RECAP

 RECAP 

(A BIT LATE, I KNOW)


So, the year 2022 ended. It according to me was an unique year. Much more lively and joyful year in comparison to the previous couple of years of 2020 and 2021 respectively. 2022 was an year which had some moments which were beyond comparison in terms of enthusiasm or just the scale and excitement among people and more of it the unexpected happening of those events was the major reason which made those event special. Some moments were just a delicacy which was covered with sugar sweet from top to bottom and were just in simple words a sweet treat for the memories and the eyes itself. 

2022, was filled with changes which were to be frank, totally unexpected. But that characteristic of  being unexpected was the most exciting part of it, as somewhere that unexpectedness was the driving force behind the emotions and feelings which gave that moments an everlasting part in the sequence of long memories. The year was different for everyone and everyone enjoyed different moments. At the same time in different parts of the world there are people who were laughing and there were also people who were crying. The year began with an alarm to not stop masking up and after almost 6 months the screens were taken out once again and eyes were glued to the screens were there were different tasks done by the eyes and the ears and fingers. The things were not thought to be going any worse than the past 2 years had already been, but just in the third month of 2022, humanity saw possibly the greatest conflict since WW2. This was a major event not only from the perspective of 2022 but also from the perspective from the World History. A live war was being watched by everyone around the globe. Till now what had been just read and heard was becoming a live TV show. In the midst of the big political and economical turmoil something comical happened. A SLAP, this incident took over the world and as if providing a comic relief 2022 was taking a turn as a novel around. The world around was stabilizing in its way if some places were filled with joy of a new chapter of post covid some were just not the same anymore. 

The best time, I believe was for someone who was a sports fan. After some break of around a couple of years. It seemed that the old Titans of the games were making the world news once again and the new wings were making their moves. In each and every major sport, changes and news began buzzing. Players got on the news headlines. Be it Football or Cricket or Tennis. Each and every sport saw major turnings in them. Beginning with major retirements which made the entire world cry to the greatest comebacks seen till this date. Breaking new records, the Titans were rising once again and some had to prove themselves as their last dance was ought to be the greatest the world had ever looked upon to. There were also the new wings which stole the show and walking side by side to the legends made their each and every footsteps count. The year was adorned with some of the most legendary games ever to be recorded in the history of Sports. Players deserving their rightful place in the charts of world of sports. There were moments and games were everyone had to dance without a song, just making the moment and that moment as a rhythm and just had to dance. 

Just to summarize, this entire year was just a chapter and an minute addition to the history of human kind. But this year had much more to offer than a regular year as the line was never stable and the world never slept either it was awake with the sounds of guns or it was awake with the rhythm of glory.




DHWANIT MADRASI 

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