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A different kind of a day (Blog marathon post 18)





So I had my first ad-shoot! I can't tell you details just as yet, but you will soon know when the ad is out.
I had a script to memorise, and it was long and repetitive. Facing, lights, camera and 'Rolling' ---all of it now is so familiar after hours and hours of shooting.

It was such a different experience --fun for a while.  Exciting? Sure.
But any day, I am happier, sitting on my bed, alone with my thoughts and laptop, writing away, rather than giving take after take on camera, and looking good all the time :)
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  1. Wow! it was nice mam :-) Excited..too..waiting for ad out.. :-)

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  2. Wow! This is wonderful!! :)

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  3. Nice.another feather to ur cap.

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  4. Nice.another feather to ur cap.

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  5. Nice.another feather to ur cap.

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  6. Nice.another feather to ur cap.

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  7. Very Nice.. Curious to know what you are promoting

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  8. great! a new experience once again...

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  9. Preeti in an AD! Can't wait! Can't wait. All the best :-)

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