It’s that time of year https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-reflection again when we feel the itch to turn the page — a blank book ready for 2026. But let’s be real, no page fills up on its own without acknowledging the year that just zipped by. Here’s to “As Pages Of 2025 Unspooled: The Word Stayed Blurred.”

I’ve been navigating through 2025 as if it were a half-finished manuscript, where some lines resonate with me, while others linger like unresolved questions. The word that’s supposed to ground this year often feels elusive, slipping away like a shadow—here one moment, gone the next. Still, I’m embracing the journey and learning to pay attention to the subtle whispers along the way.

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The Word Stayed Blurred : As Pages Of 2025 Unspooled

We began the year with temple bells on January first, then moved through Thiruvadirai and Pongal, watching a frozen lake at the harbourfront while missing the celebrations in India. Our anniversary passed quietly with a family lunch, and the harsh winter’s humidifiers and fans became our life’s background.

We observed karadiyan nombhu for my husband’s longevity and welcomed spring with Rama Navami and the Tamil New Year. We experienced cherry blossoms at Trinity Bellwoods, tasted Beaver Tails, and celebrated Canada-Netherlands friendship at Nathan Phillips Square, wandering the tulip farm. Our extensions were approved slowly, paving the way for our trip.

Packing became a task of lists: tickets, gifts, and a hotel stay before our flight. Cathay Pacific’s A350-1000 took us to Hong Kong, where we enjoyed the airport lounge’s vibe. The flight to Chennai on an A350-900 was comfortable, but five weeks unexpectedly turned into months due to visa delays. We visited the Dhondeling Tibetan Settlement and Dzogchen Monastery, finding a calming familiarity.

Staying overnight at a resort with no cell signal rewired our days; conversations replaced screens. We attended a wedding in Palghat and my nephew’s poonal function, reconnecting us with family. We explored Marine Kingdom and the renovated Guindy Park, each leaving bright memories. Returning to Toronto on August ninth via Hong Kong brought jetlag and slowly reassembled routine.

Autumn Arrived With Visiting New Trails : The Word Stayed Blurred

Autumn arrived with new trails at Jefferson Forest and the quiet green of the Toronto Botanical Garden. We celebrated Lord Ganpati at Mel Lastman Square and watched a tree lighting ceremony for the first time, a small ritual that felt unexpectedly moving. High Park showed its fall colors and I felt the season settle into my bones. Health issues surfaced and then receded, leaving me with a sense of hard-won strength and a clearer appreciation for the ordinary days.

My blog found new readers and the traffic rose, a small proof that words still find their way to others. We visited the BAPS temple at Clairville and wandered the Distillery District and Nathan Phillips Square for the winter markets and festive lights. The condo began to empty as we made the emotional decision to move back to India.

Winding up our life here felt like folding a map along familiar creases, each fold a cherished memory. Niagara Falls was a bittersweet farewell, its powerful cascades echoing our emotions. The simulation ride made me laugh and feel young again, the rush of adrenaline reminding me of carefree days. Surrounded by friends and family, their laughter mingled with the roar of the falls, each moment a vibrant stroke on the canvas of our lives.

Now, on the last day of the year, I hold all these moments like pages pressed between fingers. Each festival, each flight, each quiet night without a phone has its own weight and texture. The experiences made me stronger and taught me how to carry two homes without dropping either. The word I wanted—clarity—remains blurred at the edges; I have found it in part, in small, bright places, but not in full.