It has been a while since I’ve written something (not that there are hundreds and thousands of readers out there waiting for my next piece), and barren spells like these engender a peculiar literary vulnerability that itself is difficult to delineate. December, however has a surreal magnetism attracting words to come out mesmerized like the children of Hamelin in the story of the Pied Piper. For as long as I can remember, December has been my favorite month. All that the frosty month has to offer is almost irresistibly forgivable like it is for the storytelling, adventure sharing voyager who’s all set to embark on a journey after a brief stay as a lodger at our place.
It’s like trudging towards the end line after a laborious (sometimes even exasperating) journey and as ironically contrasting as it may sound, the end line itself is only a mirage in the winter; a mere pit stop after which all engines have to fire again. The race enters into another lap and continues with the same (if not greater) vehemence. The decision to look back or to keep focus on what’s coming up ahead is strangely irrelevant as engaging oneself in either of the two does not perturb the flow of time even for a nanosecond- it does not cease to move forward shamelessly.
Even though December relishes the status of a full-fledged ‘31 day’ month, it suffers the constant misfortune of being ignored in that it is spent by the spenders either in recollecting memories, experiences, lessons and moments from its antecedents or in making promises, resolutions and plans for its successors. Hence, the lack of warmth, maybe! You can’t blame someone for being cold after they’ve been ignored like December, can you? It is unfair. I mean, the poor thing makes an effort every year by showering gifts like enchanting dry fruits, hearths brightened up with fire, snowfalls, cozy blankets, early evenings, the occasional romantic rain, a holiday season full of vacations and mouthwatering discounts on shopping. Yet, the best celebrations take place on the night December bids farewell. Must be painful being December, knowing that the reason for everyone’s rejoice is your going-away.
For me, this darling month is like an altruistic, hopeless lover with an innocuous amour-propre that is seductive in its own special way.
Happy December, everyone!
Hammad A. Mateen