Last Updated:December 31, 2025, 15:07 IST The end of the year invites reflection, but it is the small, repeated moments that seem to answer back. Most of what we lived inside these three hundred and sixty-five days was repetitive, automatic, predictable. And yet, as the calendar thins, introspection arrives right on cue. (Image: AI-generated) The night is on its way out. It feels good to be at the keyboard, typing while thoughts are still stretching, not yet arranged into order.