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A photo shoot on a Sunday morning

 'Tea for two and a piece of cake' has been doing really well. (Touch wood please, I am superstitious that way.).
It is going  into  third impression soon and my publishers (Random House India who are really sweet to me) wanted a nice  high resolution colour picture of me.

So Sunday morning was spent in a photo-shoot, the photographers being my husband and two kids (aged 14 and 11).

My daughter of course, doubled up as the fashion director as well. My doggie was an eager participant. She insisted in posing in every picture :)  Fortunately for me, she isn't as tall as me when she stands on all fours. :) (but she is indeed tall enough to put her two front paws on my shoulders and give me a real hug. And she does that often. Not kidding. She is a very large dog)

By the end of it, I was so bored. I have no idea how these fashion models do it day after day. You do need tremendous patience to pose for pictures. I was irritated, frustrated and hated changing so many times. But I had to hide all of that and smile sweetly for the camera.

Here are the pictures they clicked. One of these will go into the new book cover.


 Tried to pose like a typical author here :)


 I love the beanbags in my home.








 This is one of the few pictures where I am not smiling sweetly. I like this one. A good friend said he loved the 'intense look'. He said it makes you want to know what is behind that serious expression.





I wasn't kidding when I said that my Doggie wanted to be a part of every snap :) In her last birth I am certain she was a fashion model  and a splendid one at that!



And the two I really liked are:

This one inside the house--I am wearing one of my favourite shirts.




And finally  this one in the sun:



Nice? Did you like the pictures?

If so, indulge the narcissism a bit, will you? :)
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Comments

  1. they are all sooooooooooooo good! Who gets to pick :)?

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  2. I sometimes wonder if it is you or ourselves we indulge, we love you that much, you see.

    My favourites? The beanbag one and the one in the sun.

    May you have all the luck in the world!

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  3. I liked the not smiling pic and the last one the best :) Which one did you finally decide on sending off to the publisher?

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  4. Ooooh you look so good! :)
    The beanbag photo and the one in the sun is just splendid! :)

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  5. Nice portfolio :)..A Self portrait should always convey what you are.. And all of these does!! They reflect the happiness, pride and satisfaction in your eyes..
    When your husband loves photography and does not mind clicking 100s of pictures, you cannot ask for more. In my case however I am the official photographer ;)
    My favorites would be The one inside the house and the one on the bean bag. And I love that shirt..

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  6. the one with your fav shirt...

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  7. The last one and the bean bag one...

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  8. nice pics especially the ones in blue dress... blue really suits u and hope to see one of them in new book cover.. :-p

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  9. You look lovely in all the pictures. I personally prefer the ones where you are smiling. It makes you warmer and welcoming! Have you tried a photo with a red shirt / top on? Just curious!

    Vidya

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  10. Preeti, I have been lurking around your posts and have added you in my reading list. never commented though.
    It must be all those smiles in these photographs, I am not able to resist. You look nice and your posts are absolutely amazing.
    I also read your third book a Tea for two and a piece of cake. Great job Preeti. Continue inspiring and all the best for your next. Love, Vincy.

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  11. the 2nd one from top and the last one in the sun...like it..

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  12. The pictures are soooo lovely - I loved all of them specially the ones that have you smiling. You have an amazing smile :)

    Wish you all the luck and success always..Touchwood.

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  13. the bean bag!!!n i loved that blluuee shirt!!awesome pics!!supalyk!!:-* :-)

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  14. The beanbag picture & the last one in the sun look the best to me

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  15. They are really good...😊

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  16. Congrats Preeti! I loved your pic with your fav shirt (a close shot) and all the other ones are simply nice...readers do like to see the author smiling (atleast I do) :)

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  17. Congratulations!
    Nice pictures! Second one is my favourite (For the book) and the last one is really cute!:)

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  18. the pic i loved the most is the one with your doggy in the sun... really loved it to the core<3<3<3

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  19. nice pictures mam

    they are seriously awesome
    :)

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  20. my god--I love the hair--what's the secret.

    The intense photo took me quite offguard(good one), I am so used to seeing your sweet smile.

    Loved the one in the sun and on the bean bag

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  21. love the pix :).. and if I were to choose I would choose between the 2nd and the last one :) :)

    also just watched ur TED talk.. it was very inspiring :)

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  22. Nice!nice!very nice!

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  23. cute...
    saadepunjab.com

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  24. You are looking really great Preeti Mam. I liked the last two pictures the most.and also the one with your bean bags.the serious one made you look so different,looking so bold.. You are so simple , and dashing too..
    Take care

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  25. thank you to each and every one of you who indulged me and said such nice things.
    Oijuggle--what a lovely thing to say!
    I am lucky to have such sweet readers! :)

    Thanks folks :) You're good for my soul!

    Love
    Preeti

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