Something about the sound of the rain makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. And now that I'm back home, I have the pleasure of waking up and falling asleep to natural music every single day. June in Sikkim spells perpetual drizzles and until the sun allows for some outdoor activity - which is highly unlikely - the pictures above pretty much sum up how I spend my days here.
[Add a cup of tea!]
Cozying up indoors is my perfect idea of spending the much ironic
summer break, but Delhi's quota of sunshine and heat has me overdosed for now.
In addition, I am finally wearing all the pairs of pretty socks which have been unwillingly stocked for too long. And, and, and - the layering, mothers old vintage finds and all that jazz are back- more on that in the posts to come. Let me bid farewell for now, I need lessons from the sister on mastering the fascinating tiny instrument. When I say mastering, I mean being able to play more than just one song on it.
Sigh! More soon.
[ASOS Lace socks]