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ONCE UPON A TIME IN DECEMBER
<p>I don’t celebrate Christmas.</p><p>Yep, you read that right.</p><p>I’m saying this just to clarify that this piece isn’t really about Christmas itself.</p><p>It’s about the holidays, specifically the December holidays.</p><p><br/></p><p>I cast my mind back, in nostalgia, to a time when holidays were truly holidays.</p><p>When we gathered at the feet of grandparents, listening to folklore and stories about their past… about our past.</p><p>When morning chores were done with unusual enthusiasm, just so we could join the mothers in the kitchen afterwards.</p><p>When some of us abandoned our clothes on rocks to enjoy the village stream (I never did that one).</p><p>When travelling to the village every December felt like an unspoken New Year resolution.</p><p>When everyone interacted with respect, regardless of education or status.</p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/1000395285.jpg"/></p><p>Those were good times.</p><p>Times when speaking the mother tongue didn’t feel like a task.</p><p>When our new year dresses were treated like fragile golden eggs.</p><p><br/></p><p>Oh, do you remember when our mothers used a broom to measure our legs?</p><p>Mine did. Several times.</p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/1000395286.jpg"/></p><p>There are many things I remember fondly about the holiday break.</p><p>And sometimes, I wonder what happened.</p><p>Did I outgrow them?</p><p>Did I suddenly become too big to mingle with my dear cousins?</p><p><br/></p><p>No. Of course not.</p><p>The grandparents died.</p><p>Everybody got busy.</p><p>School came in the way.</p><p>The roads became toxic.</p><p>Priorities shifted.</p><p>And it seems like life created a massive wall between us all.</p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/1000395290.jpg"/></p><p>But maybe one day, we’ll all come together again and sing the songs that were once sung to us.</p><p>Maybe we’ll tell those stories to the younger ones.</p><p>Maybe the holidays won’t be about who made the finest hair.</p><p>And maybe, just maybe, the holidays will feel homely once again.</p>
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