This is how I celebrated Christmas, this year.
Well, don’t feel bad. My Christmas celebration came early this year actually. On the day my grandmother got buried.
There is beauty in tragedy.
And in loss, something new is always born.
We lost my grandmother,
but we regained ourselves.
Funny, how death could always reunite people.
People reconvene in one place due to a single event.
And yet a lifetime of effort, could not.
Merry Christmas to one and all!