“The Tigers ended the year by whitewashing New Zealand” – I see the New Year’s fireworks through the window as I listen to the news in a newsless voice. Usually I see the moon and stars through the window, but today it is different. In this age of globalization, it is not bad to be a little familiar with modern culture.

I have already completed all the preparations for the Thirtieth Night. Shirt-pants were given in the laundry, I brought it home in the evening. I needed rice and chilli for cooking at night, I brought it earlier. Because it is better not to go out after this evening. Thirtyfirst Night has some restrictions. However, I have no problem with this, because I am used to not being out after Maghrib.

People are curious animals. So, on the night of 31st December, I will go to the newspaper to find out the details of the restrictions imposed on the city dwellers. Otherwise fasting. I said, ‘Oh, how much money will you go on hunger strike for?’ Aunt said, ‘I will go on hunger strike in any grief? If you stop cooking, you will go on a hunger strike ‘.

The amount of fireworks outside is increasing. It looks good. But lots of mosquitoes are coming through the windows. It would have been nice for me if the Department of Mosquito Control had announced some restrictions for them at Thirtyfirst. Mosquitoes are less in the winter season in the village. But in the city this theory is completely wrong. However, it does not matter. I lit the coil. The coil is burning and running towards the center of the stand. Oxygen does not burn itself, it helps others to burn. Mosquito coils ignite themselves and the surrounding animals. The glowing eyes of humans, and the glowing minds of mosquitoes, sometimes even catch the insects. If I were a poet, I would be able to compose a poem about this difficult reality.

2018 is coming to an end in front of my eyes. New year is coming, as well as inflation. Did we want Thirtyfirst? 😉

Whatever, Happy English New Year to all. I hope you will stay with Fulcrumy.com in the new year.