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I am blinking vigorously. My eyes are turned inside out. A wave of claustrophobia closes in on me. I haven’t blogged for so long and as you see, I feel super dramatic about it. Pardon my superficiality, will you?

So, what have I been up to?

All I was doing during my hiatus was being ‘classic’.

An overpowering sense of laziness had me possessed and I am resolute to break free from it. Classic!

Would you believe me if I said I wanted to write every day in December 2014 and I ended up writing only on December the first and then, now. Classic!

I have been bragging to myself about what a wonderful year it was. Classic!

Tried licking off (with my fingers, of course) the leftover pasta sauce from a non-stick pan and I ended up smelling toxins for a week. Classic??? Nay!

I have been trying to buy a good folder pouch to hold my coins collection. Yes, I am a numismatist! Pretty Classic huh?! #Brag-o-phobia

Too much visual effects buzz me off, I hated the trailer of the movie ‘I’ starring actor Vikram. So, I didn’t give the movie a watch. Love the songs though! Another ARR Classic!

If life throws stones at you, be the mighty paper. Do not be scissors. Philosophy! Classic Me! #onelinerclassic :P

My brain needed some unwinding and it is done now :)  You enjoy the GIF below while I get back to work ;) :) .......
 
GIF sourced from Google
 
Hope you guys are in the pink! :)  Happy Happy 20Fifteen! :)

 

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  1. Happy 20Fifteen to you too, Better to take it easy once in a while and come back with a bang. Looking forward to reading your posts.

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    1. Thank you, SG! :) your comments mean a lottt :)
      I will be writing more often this year :)

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