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13 things.Sunday Stealing.(blog marathon post 14)

Thought I would do a fun post today for the blog marathon. And hence I decided to do a Sunday Stealing:


1. Outside my window… 

is a large expanse of space, a tiny portion of which houses a small organic vegetable garden, currently canopied under a moonlit sky littered with millions of twinkling stars.

 2. I am thankful… 
for the people currently in my life, for my ability to write and connect with a lot of people, a beautiful family, a lovely home, and all of you--who read me.

 3. In the kitchen… 


You can do many other things other than cooking. ;-)


 4. I am wearing… 
 A happy feeling that comes from a day well spent.

 5. I am creating… 

A new novel and it is almost done!

 6. I am going… 
nowhere when it comes to my good friends. Am always there for them.

 7. I am reading… 
three books at the moment, 2 fiction (both romances by British authors) and one non-fiction.

 8. I am learning… 
that sometimes a little distance is a good thing.

 9. I am pondering… 
over whether you will like this post or not!

 10. A favorite quote… 
Many many! You can see the stuff that appealed to me here.

 11. One of my favorite things… 
A cup of strong black coffee

 12. A few plans for the rest of the week… 
Intend to attend the Independence day celebrations, and also to go on a day picnic over the weekend.

 13. A peek into my day…


Typical day goes this way: Call mom. Chat up for 15-20 minutes, sometimes more. Switch off phone. Meditate. Write. Rest. Write. rest. Write, write. Kids come back from school. Cook them a meal, spend time with them, talk to them. Write some more.

A new post tomorrow. This completes day 14 of blog marathon!
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Comments

  1. very rich words to explain the little bt excellent joys of life!

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  2. Hi Preeti,
    I really like the way you acknowledge and appreciate all the beautiful stuffs around you.. Be it big or small... :-) it's inspiring and infectious .
    Lots of love,
    Nitu

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  4. Each word brings positive vibes in me...this is the way one should live life king size and be wise to notice small things around ...This is a art and you are mastered in it

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  5. Nice post. I should try something like this too one day. Thanks again Preeti for writing the blog marathon :-)

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