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Some snapshots from the Bangalore litfest 2014

The recently concluded Bangalore literature  festival (Bangalore lit fest 2014)  was fabulous. It was well organised, well attended and there were some marvelous sessions.
The great thing about litfests is meeting so many people whose books you have read and admired. I was a part of a panel that discussed love and relationships. The others who were a part of my panel were Dr.Vijay Nagaswami, Psychiatrist and a relationship counsellor (also an author), Milan Vohra and Nandita Bose--both fellow authors. Here is a picture which was clicked just before we went on stage.



Everyone said that our  session was lively, interesting, insightful and yet fun!
 
 

I was honoured that a senior writer --and one whose writing I love attended my session, and even asked a very relevant question. She was none other than Sathya Saran.
 I have read a lot of her writing and I love what she has to say.

here is a picture of me and Sathya Saran, chilling in the author's lounge.






The festival saw a lot of eminent names and the media covered it extensively. I won't go into details as the media has covered it extensively and there is google to do the job for you :)



Here I am at the venue, striking a pose.



I was glad that satish could attend it along with me, and he had a great time too!

If you have never attended a lit fest, do try out  the next one. The entry to most lit fests is free.  All lit fests are open to public, and there are some amazing panel discussions spread over 2-3 days. Study the festival schedule, which would be up on the website and choose the ones that you like to attend.

You meet some great minds, you listen to some different insights and you leave with some food for thought. An unusual way to spend a weekend.

I enjoyed it immensely, and I hope to see you at the next lit fest, if I happen to be where you are!

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Comments

  1. Sounds great Preeti. You glow in the pictures -- love it :-)

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  2. You looking fab, Preeti. It's awesome to share the fest with us and the love for books:0

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  3. Lovely pictures! Definitely intend to attend in Mumbai. Will look for Twitter handles to follow for the schedule!

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  4. I would love to go to a litfest, when it happens in my city. You are looking lovely in the pictures.

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