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For times gone by, my dear For times gone by, We will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone by.

It wouldn't be a New Year, if my post looking back didn't come too late about two weeks too late.

2010.

What do I say about it? It was a strange sort of year. One that just whizzed by and I rather floated through it.

It had it's good moments and bad though.

I travelled. Especially one extremely memorable trip to Sattal in Himachal Pradesh.

I now have a great SLR camera and three lenses to go with it. I have a Blackberry and a PS3 and lots of new books.

A lot of friendships fell into place this year and I realised whom the people I can really call friends are.

2010 was a fun year and I hope 2011 betters it.

How was your year?
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sanket kambli said…
PS3 is best.. God of War is awesome...
7 February 2011 at 21:55
sanket kambli said…
2011 will be gr8. best wishes
7 February 2011 at 21:55
Homecooked said…
You are back? Even if its for a short while :) Let us see the pics of your SLR or atleast of your trip. Have never heard of Sattal. But I'm sure its beautiful just like the other places in Himachal.
28 March 2011 at 13:28
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