It’s the New Year, and as usual, I am afflicted with new year blues….. strangely enough, I prefer the end of the year to the beginning. Maybe because I seem to associate it with the colours of Christmas, all night dance parties, cozy winter nights huddled in front of the fire, steaming mugs of coffee, long, dreamy conversations, the smell of baking, and the promise of the year to come. I am bang in the middle of some kind of a baking frenzy… and luckily for my fellow officers who have been forcibly included in my guinea pig program, I have been having a reasonable measure of success. I tried an apple cake yesterday, and the smell of apple and cinnamon baking almost brought me to my knees! (Good food always does that to me, and no! Don’t even think of asking what my weight is now!) That is also why I am escaping home before my annual medicals become due, so that I can get back to normal size. The only problem is, by the time I finish baking, I have no energy or time left to cook regular food(Read dal, chawal, sabji, blah blah blah). Have to figure out a way to beat the unforgiving hands of the clock

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