BlogMas 2018 Day Eight - December

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Sweaters. Mountains. Snow. Walks. Coffee. Winters. Continents. Time zones. Airports. Goodbyes. Doors. Streets. Movies. Projects. Swimming. Old friends. Dogs. Coffee. Sickness. Cabs. Late nights. Phone calls. Stalking. Pizza. Idli. Long drives. Guitarists. Hemant Kumar. iPod. Blogs. Frustrations. Blast from the past. Surprises. Vanishings. Birthdays. Disappointments. Breakfasts. Awakenings. Diwalis. Alcohol. Dance. Madness. Sophistications. Flashbacks. Designers. Theatre. Books. Diaries. Falling leaves. Lessons. Apologies. Nights. Wonderment. Solitude. Haiku. Bookmarks. Waste paper. Water paint. Brushes. Dried flower. Cars. Smiles. Water. Promenade. Balcao. Black tea. Sorries. Octobers & Novembers. Abundance. Clarity. Laughter. Sarcasms. Jealousy. Absence. Presence. Love. Desire. Gifts. Patience. Gratefulness. Addiction. Dictionaries. The Art of the Novel. Cuckold. Maggie Cassidy. Soulmate. Aretha Franklin. Manna Dey. Soul. Autumn. Adventure. Forgetfulness. Intelligence. Cookies. Roads. Curses. Rains. Dinner. Ice cream. Mess. Popcorn. Fantastic Beasts. Corner tables. Sea. Fabrics. Windows. Sunsets. Poetry. Whisperings. Respects. Thankfulness. Friendships. Breathing. Coldness. Complications. Blunders. Sweaters.
Did I mention coffee?

You never know what makes your year.
Until then.



Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.
A.

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