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Highest selling books of 2015. Why We Love The Way We Do is in TOP FIVE

The one thing I have never mentioned is that during blog marathons, there are always good days, bad days and really-bad-i-feel-like-throwing-the-laptop-out-of-the-window days. No prizes for guessing which category today fell into.
I was having a tummy ache the whole evening. I didnt even go for my yoga and was sleeping  5.30 pm to 7.00 pm as I was too exhausted and feeling unwell.

Then a reader. Karthick Balaraman, who calls himself a 'sincere fan', messages me on Facebook. Actually a few months back, he had bumped into me in person, and he was really happy to have recognised me. He sent me the link to the best-selling books of 2015.
I was elated to see that Why We Love The Way We Do was among the highest selling non-fiction titles of 2015.

Here is the link: http://www.rediff.com/getahead/report/books-revealed-the-books-india-read-in-2015/20160106.htm

My tiredness, my stomach pain and any discomfort that I was feeling instantly vanished! I was fine suddenly.

It is amazing how positive happenings affect our bodies.Uplift us. Transport us instantly to a better place.

Our emotions are  such powerful things. I saw it being demonstrated today.

I go to bed today, a happy and contented woman. Those closest to me know how hard I have worked for this book.
Am grateful.
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Buy the book: Bit.ly/WhyWeLoveTheWayWeDo
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Comments

  1. Thanks for the mention preeti :) You are the best!

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  2. This blog is therapeutic....It is impossible for me to believe that you have ever known hate....

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  3. so true!!some words,some memories are so soothing,reflecting takes away every tinge of pain

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  4. So So happy. Released in Nov and hits the Top5 List. #AWESOME
    Congratulations Preeti..!!! :)

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  5. Congratulations Preeti! I hope more and more people start reading your books so that they can understand why your works are always in the Top Five :-)

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