It's a city where hedonism is a cult but overwork the call of the day. At past 8 pm - tired eyes gaze into a stark screen - it glares back with 24 new unread messages - at my office desk.
Who says 'tis the season to be jolly? Another week and Christmas will have passed. The magical year that added up to 9 did create some spell alright. In no time that will have passed too. A new year will be upon me with fresh demands. Suddenly a whole good part of my life will have lapsed.
Memories to cherish. Moments to savour. Situations to learn from. Circumstances to strengthen my resolve. People - who've given life. People - who give new meaning to life. Flavours to relish. All shall find shelter. Here - in my sanctuary. Here is my sanctuary.
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