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These are a few of my favourite things...


Getting bored..so thought of listing out my favourite things..
When I say favorites..The first thing that comes to my mind is COFFEE..Ah!!..
I just love the smell, the taste..and the way it makes me feel..It has to be perfect, it has to be strong, it has to be hot and with just a pinch of sugar..Thats my cuppa..
The colors blue and white.. White makes me feel at peace, blue makes me happy…
Books – I can read many, anytime…
Movies..Love the experience of watching it in the theatre..with caramel popcorn, and jumbo PEPSI..
Travelling…Though haven’t traveled to places I wanted to yet..someday am sure I will..I love travelling..

Music….all the time..any time..

Smell of the earth..when it rains..

Shopping…I don’t know any woman who hates it..

My blue jeans…

Watches… I have few and am collecting more…

Silver jewellery..especially silver earrings..

I love clicking pictures…capturing the moments forever..

I love watching the rain..

I love  beaches..they fascinate me..the tingling feeling, when the waves touch my feet..amazing..

Waking up early morning, in a hill station and enjoying the nature..
Talking on the phone..
Long drive and music…
Handbags and watches…
Davidoff Cool Water…and Jadore..
A Hug… :)

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