December.
Month of memories.
Month of childhood.
And of cold foggy mornings at school.
P.S. This shall mark my 100th post. And perhaps my final. I can definitely write somewhere else, but whatever I do, this shall never be what it had been some years back. It had been a great journey.
'Although I do not hope to turn again
Although I do not hope
Although I do not hope to turn..' ~Ash Wednesday, T.S.Eliot
