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A fresh year

At last! 2009 is going to end. I was just waiting for this day. Whether we believe in it or not, sometimes customs and superstitions both make us vulnerable to emotions we otherwise shy away from. I don't think there are many people in this world, despite their religion or personal beliefs, who do not believe that the new year ushers in better things in our lives. Our hopes renew themselves on January 1. Everyone will secretly hope for the lost things to come back, for fresh beginnings and for stale things to end. I am hoping that this year brings back my loved ones whom I have not yet given up for lost. Let me keep my fingers crossed with a bright smile on my face.

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