Description of the book
 
I remember in the early winter morning, I wake up and bask under the warmth of the sun. The warmth is irreplaceable comfort. River of memories rushes through my head while I sit under the sun. 
Some foggy glimpse, some untold stories, some stories I heard from my friends, some situation where I disappoint the dear ones and some of my pov I would like others to see.
I collect all of them and pen down on the white pages.
Apricity, means the warmth of the sun in winter. 
This book is the collection of my thoughts I brood on with apricity.