Dear diary….

A soft song is playing on a caravan, everything is subtle around me flowing in slow motion. It’s all blooming in bright colour outside like fresh snow. My abode is filled with the warmth of early October and half knitted mufflers reminding me that winter is standing at my doorstep.

On the morning of such weathers outside, my hand runs to hold pashmina brought by you. My fireplace has a companion now. Its warmth reaches to me an entire house only if my heart and shoulder are wearing shawl you gave and my fingers are busy in weaving a muffler for you. It is all peach and blush here. It is all warm and love here….šŸ’«

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