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Meet me at Chennai ! Plus a chance to win some fabulous goodies from Amazon

If you are in Chennai, I am coming to your city! Do come and meet me on 10th January, 6.30 pm at Crossword Alwarpet.. I will be in conversation with RJ Jane and Chennai Live will be broadcasting our talk. We are going to be having a really interesting discussion on going from a blogger to a published author.



In the other news, Amazon.in has featured me as 'The Author of the month'


Click on the link and ask me questions and you can win some fabulous goodies!


In case you haven't noticed, I am keeping in with my new year resolution and blogging more often. I am also reading a lot and watching some meaningful movies. I do think good movies, like good books give us a prism through which to view life, take us to places we would never go and give us perspectives that we would never otherwise have thought of.

 More soon!
That's all for today.
Good night folks! (Or good morning if you happen to live in the other part of the world)
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  1. Yes, I noticed that... and i'm so glad too..

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    1. Thank you for noticing and also for the comment Pratikshya! Thanks for reading me too :)

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  2. It had been a pleasure meeting you yesterday at Crossword, Chennai. And after listening to you I have decided to start writing my own blog religiously!

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