Dear calendar, You have been there on my study table from the beginning of this year. You have been constantly there for me in these unsettled days but this year was something different for both us; my days, my schedules everything were constant but you kept changing every other day, and maybe that's why I fell in love with your everyday changes, amends and unplanned events. You may not be a surprise for me but the bundle of love you store in days, weeks and months are a prodigious surprise. You showed me that, days are always numbered but it is counted with good and bad, months are long but never longer than experiences. I turn you, I mark you, you aren't my memory but I can never forget you, because you are my only remembrance of this known and unknown fragrance of months, weeks and days. You are a history for yesterday, mystery for tomorrow but for me you are my everyday. I know, you aren't my time table but you are the only table in the world of time. You are the sunday to my peaceful sleep, you are the monday to my unfinished works. You are my birthday month, you are my today but you aren't my current time, I regret! Look! We have just started to know each other but this year is about to end and you will be replaced by some other. Every new year are like the commas in my life. And I know, you will hold a year that will come and add a full stop, and I'll definitely accept it not as death but as a remarkable day on the last page of the book called 'life'. Till then be mine forever. Yours undated lover,
