Snowfall.

I wish to see snowfall. It's been so long. Too long, in fact.
Winters are my favourite time of the year. So I'm generally happy. 
There's just something about grey,cold mornings and walking to the bus stop with "You" playing in my ears. It's a feeling unlike any other. I've worn double socks and double sweaters for the first time ever, and it's such a warm toasty feeling Two sweaters sometimes makes me feel like I'm in a bind, though.
Fourth year of med school now really does feel like the REAL DEAL. Doctor? Really? Shiiiit. This is happening. Wards, however unimportant, should be attended for practice. Gynaecology is from Monday and that is a crucial one.

I have made these unique rules about rishta-picking:

1. When I look the guy up online, his first and last name should be spelled with a capital. 
2. He should be able to spell "bureau" and "queue". Yes, I will ask them face to face.
3. This is going to sound discriminatory. But since my Urdu is, at best tolerable, he must have good working English. I cannot stress how important this is.
4. He needs to be a complex person.

The other rules are the same old. Funny, witty, blah blah.
This doesn't mean that H is out of the picture. He's still very much there, actually. But at the moment this alter ego refuses to acknowledge the reality of the situation because it's too painful to experience. And don't go telling me to be strong. I'd like to see you do it.

This New Year, along with the other usual stuff, I've decided to let things be. I don't need to go around looking for reasons for why things happened to me. 
Faith. Is going to play a major role this year. Allah ki marzi. People walked out of my life, and didn't bother telling me why. So here I am, allowing them to go. Without torturing my brain with all the minute details.

 Letting go.

Happy belated New Year peeple :)

I want all of these! (Oh how I've missed adding photos)