Christmas of mirth & mourning

As Delhi winters heat up further with the protests against the corrupted Indian government, Christmas has just come & gone!

No christmas cake, no vanilla cinnamon cookies, no gingerbread man walking around in my kitchen's working triangle :(

Hhhh… well… *silence of nothingness*

 

 

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