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Dear 2020



This will be a difficult one to write. I have such a love-hate relationship with this year, despite all the shithousery that we've all been through. The isolated times, the absolute lack of motivation to do almost anything, the exam stress, the loneliness, the thunder-storm that struck Calcutta... I could go on and on. Despite all that, I don't really hate how this year turned out to be. 

Sure, I'd have loved to go out more, meet new people and just go about my life in a normal way. However, I feel this year has been like that strict parent who despite all the harshness, just wants the best for you. This year shaped me (and I'm sure a lot of you can relate to this) like no other. Had I not been stuck in my house for 6 months, who knows, maybe I wouldn't have been able to be self-sufficient. Had I not been betrayed by my loved ones, maybe I wouldn't have learned that its human to make mistakes and that everyone deserves a little room to make errors- that everyone's fighting their own battles. 

This year has not only made me appreciate the simplest things in life, but also has made a severe point to everyone- nothing works according to our plans. I'd planned to go around Europe, or at least NL this year, but the only thing I went around was the perimeter of my house. I'd planned to make my second year at university the best year ever, but the only thing I was able to make was Dalogna Coffee. 

Now, the last month could change my perspective wholly. My exams could well turn out to be disastrous and my country could go under yet another lockdown, but that won't change the fact that I met some really special people this year and that at some point, we all learned to appreciate ourselves more. 

See you on the other side.

-Peace. 

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