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One winter morning...


Walking up
She felt the winter being hard on her
She just pulled of the curtain to see the clouds, fog and the sun
Fog was more clear than the clouds and the sun

The grass was rejoicing with the dews
Like alot many shots after another
But they don't get hangover of it I guess
90 days for continuous glass if shots

Inspite of the blanket hugging her
She felt the need of warmth;
Not the summer but warmth able to hold her winter
Walking into the kitchen
She found you making her favorite thing
The cup of tea smelling basil, ginger , cinnamon and alot of milk changing it's shade due to tea leaves

She just threw the Thank you to you and flew with her cup
She was always so committed to herself and
Time with her favorite things
Now it was time to see the fog settle on the road, in the air and everywhere
It was time to see the sun rising up cold not hot for a change
It was time to see the blue amongst the white clouds

She took her dairy and the ink of course
How can she leave you
Because she was penning about you with all this around her

Winter was her favorite for one of the below
Like how your cold throat sounded more adorable and pleasing than the normal tone of voice
 Like how annoyed you would get for the running nose
Not letting you sleep
Like how hard it was for you to leave the bed for class at 6 in the morning
Like how you slept the rest dreams in the class
And she sneaking the class to adore a fellow , you.

She never leaves her favorite things alone.

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