Ola 2015
2014 was an enlightening oxymoron of sorts. It was of miracles and magic, the everyday kind that can take you by surprise, the kind you could miss if you were too busy thinking, planning or just being stuck in your head. A sweet old lady, bound in a hospital bed for weeks, and her husband climbing in every single day just before breakfast is served and slipping out just after visiting hours finish. Her family was told she was dying, unresponsive to treatment. They take shifts so she is never alone and without a prominently prompting incident, she makes a complete turnaround and heals herself. A miracle, just like that. Or one day you wake up, and without changing out of your pyjamas, step out to greet the powdery white snow falling from the heavens. Eyes blink twice, thrice, in disbelief. Tongue sticking out, I taste it and think “Oh it doesn’t taste like much, just water,” and then proceed to frolicking and dancing because it’s just. magical. And then those sporadic moments - whi...