I don’t believe in New Year resolutions!

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Happy 2018, Ladies and Gents!

It was late 23.30 hr, 31st Dec, 2017 and my brother was supposed to have come out of the airport. I can’t blame him for not wanting to come back to India. Well, I wouldn’t. My mum was waiting to pound on my brother standing outside the ‘International Arrival’ terminal. I warned her about the men with guns standing at the entrance. Then he shows up giving a dramatic entry pushing the luggage and meekly smiling. The 2 weeks of  holding my sarcastic replies were finally over! He wore the shirt I hated, kinda makes him camouflage with himself. I could see how much he already missed Australia.

We haven’t even left the airport and he and my mum start bickering at each other after a long time. On our way back in the car, I was excited to see the bikers zooming past us. I don’t understand why they don’t bother to wear helmets though. Call me weird, but aren’t they cool to watch! I witnessed a wheelie on the road. Apparently, I was the only one excited by what’s happening around us on the road during the New Year Night. My brother gave me the ‘Are you crazy?’ look.

I saw three guys fleeing on a bike, the one in the middle took a quick glance at me and screamed the magic words . Happy New Year.  Before I could react, the bike was long gone. Dammit, he was cute.

When guys on the road shouted ‘Happy New Year’ I had that inner urge to shout back at them, but of course, my parents gave me the death stare. The traffic was insane. We moved like a tortoise with a leg pain. Moving forward we saw a huge fight being stirred between two middle-aged men who are likely to be drunk. The youngsters from across the road stopped their bikes seeing this to take a video. They did not bother to stop them. One genius even took a selfie covering the fight scene.

I can guarantee that this is the one holy day of every year that 90% get drunk. So much hopes for a new year.

Upon safely reaching home, I rummaged my brother’s luggage. He had got me a lipstick kit, scent and 3 pants. Chocolates are a mandatory. I called it a night and crashed at 3 am.

I pledged myself not to take any resolutions cause I never keep them.

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