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Time. Flies.

किसीको मुक़म्मल जहाँ  नहीं मिलता ,
कहीं ज़मीन , तो कहीं आसमां  नहीं  मिलता ।

2014 has arrived and five days have already gone by. 
Gone with the cold wave it seems. 
Last year was good.
Two good holiday trips, a weekend trip to Mumbai, getting a first hand experience of  'corporate healthcare' (as an attendant) and the usual drama - that is how I can sum up 2013.
Well, let bygones be bygones. 
A fresh look towards future solves many problems. As if they never were. 

 My wish list for 2014 :

Not this year :( 

Done. Sometime in March.

Done. Sometime in February.

Will continue :)

Last but not the least -

She'll be with me in April and May. Rest of the months - fingers crossed !

I hope the important wishes will be granted sooner. 

And wishing everyone in the universe an incredibly fulfilling year. 






  
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