Red and pink

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Just the right time to blog. Fresh fresh. After painting my face with hints of reds and pinks I now sit in front of the computer to scribble. Type they call it. Not my type or my type.





 History repeats its self. We plan to go for shopping (grocery, with me dreaming of some new shoes ) and followed by dinner. We take ages to get ready. Its not that we take a long time to get ready, its just that we start late. Shoes seem like a dream now. We ve time enough for dinner only.




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