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As you may have guessed already, I don’t have much to write about these days. Life has sort of settled in a comfortable zone, with the chill in the air that adds to the sleepy mornings and then there is the chai to lift one’s mood. In short, life is good. There, I have finally said it! i .e. I am finally accepting my purpose in life!

It is good in a way that I have sort of expected that until I don’t wrack my brains or struggle I am never really going to achieve what I want. This has been apparent in my previous posts and yes, so ‘struggle’ is normal for me and I like it. It gives me a sense of an ending, of fulfillment  Have been doing bits of Delhi darshan which I really look forward. The husband and I have taken to visiting a few places we have had on the list and yes, we walk hand-in-hand (more so because my hands freeze and his remain warm). And I love the metro rides to and fro!

There was a family wedding last week which went off really well. Everyone participated and the beautiful bride (touch-wood) made it all worthwhile. Currently I am trying to reading few more books – introducing new authors and trying to review them on time for Bookzmandi

Will share a few pics soon! For now loving the winter chill (read freezing my ass off).

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(Image only for representation purpose. Copyright lies with the artist. Not Waving but Drowning Fine Art Print - Trudi Doyle)



He walked, bare feet, on a mass of crushed sea-shells Coarse sand clung onto him, he watched her Afar; sitting motionless on a wind-beaten rock As if waiting for knell
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