ashmita

I spent the last day, of the first year of the second decade of the 21st century, cooking dinner for my parents.

Because I am cool like that.
And personally, I think it was a good way to end the year.

It’s chilly, and pleasant.
The day shines just enough sun to give you a false sense of warmth, till it all fades away to insensitive breezes.

The warmth from a good strong cuppa, or a sturdy jacket is the only kind of warmth you can seek solace in.
Not to mention a stack of books, hot chocolate and a blanket. But wasn’t that always a given?

“Oh pish posh! Let’s make risotto today!”