the snow, the chilly winds, these will always be, December, though, will always remind me, of us, you and me, your whispers on foggy breaths, the warmth of your touch, melting beneath my skin.
An award-winning book blogger, a copywriter by profession, and a story-teller at heart, Asha is a born reveur. A rebel seeking refuge in the confines of worlds created by words. She reads, writes, reviews, and when not doing these, loves to loiter in dusty old bookshops.
Literary Influencers: Tolstoy, Bukowski, Lahiri, Maurier.
“whispers on foggy breaths” – beautiful imagery.
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Thank you, Sir. It’s a pleasure to have you here.
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How romantic! 🙂
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❤
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😃
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I was born in December…cold hands warm heart.
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Oh wow! I love December.
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What do you like about December?
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The calm in nature, the abundance of peace, how I always write a lot more in December.
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Interesting
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You evoke the season well, I want melty touches but am happy without the snow!
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Sending some sunshine up your way. 🙂
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I like how you use your commas.
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I take that as a compliment. Thank You Riju. 🙂
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