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New(s) at my end

For all of you who have written to me asking  me why I haven't updated my blog and asking if I am fine (Thanks folks! You are so sweet to me!) here it  is.

The reason for this slightly-longer-than usual silence is that there has been a lot of stuff happening at my end. The first being that I moved homes. (I am so totally in love with my new home  and was busy settling down, getting the Internet, phone lines etc. Done and dusted now)

The other news from my side is that I now write a column for Financial Chronicle. My column is called Sex and the City, and it is on Saturdays. The first one was out on 1st March and generated a lot of buzz.


You can read it online by clicking here.

The next one will be out 8th March.

Of course I intend blogging as usual. My blog and I cannot be separated for long.
So will see you around. :)

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Comments

  1. Wow that's excellent news Preeti ! So we get to read u every Saturday from now :):):)
    Wish u an awesome new beginning at ur new home.
    And yeah, we would be much much glad if u blog very often too ;):)

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    1. Thanks a lot. Much appreciate the wishes!

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  3. Nice article on financial chronicle mam, it is nice that we can expect more such articles weekly. looking forward to it.
    by the way nice that u have shifted to u r new home. is it in b'lore only?

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    1. Thanks Manoj. Yes, very much in Bangalore--the best city in India :)

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  4. wao that's great news........all the best for your new endeavour.......wish u all the luck in life...............

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  5. Great news Preeti. Congrats for the new home and the column as well.

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