Last night was a pleasant but unassuming way to end a decade. It’s not that celebrating the end of the last millennium ten years ago has spoiled New Year’s Eve forever, but with kids in tow the 31st December tends to be a fairly low-key affair.
One thing I do like about the beginning of a new year is the opportunity to make resolutions, those hopeful reminders of things you want to do over the next 12 months.
This year mine are simple: learn more Bengali, read more of the books that keep piling up and write more fiction. Continue reading