The Year I Wove Another Thread Into the Tapestry- Divya Parekh
What is a year, if not a tapestry? A weave of moments, some bright and golden, others dark as nightfall, their threads pulled taut by the weight of the days. And yet, it is the contrasts that make the pattern sing. I see this now, sitting here in December’s quiet twilight, the year stretched out behind me like a river winding into the distance. I remember parts of this tapestry clearly—the bold strokes, the daring colors of achievement. But there are softer, almost hidden others that only now reveal their quiet beauty: the moments of struggle, the spaces where fear pressed hard against my chest but didn’t win.
I think of those moments and feel them—not as regrets, but as proof. Proof that I was in the arena playing the game by trying, failing, trying again. This year wasn’t my first fig...