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Photos from the award night ( Business excellence award by NDIM Academia awards 2016)

So at a glittering event at Jahawarlal Nehru Stadium, new delhi, in the presence of more than 2000 people, I got my award from Shekhar Gupta.
If you wish to know more about it, read my last post. 

 Here are the pictures which I promised to share.

I left for Delhi , wiht my family by the early morning flight, and we had a great time going around delhi, shopping in Sarojini market, Khan market, eating lovely street food.

At sarojini market



Then when it was time to leave for the event, I wore a saree.



Was asked to say a few words after I got it

Shekhar Gupta already knew me from the India Today story. It was delightful to meet him


The certificate


And  finally, here is the award..It is beautiful!



That's all for today's post.
Will be back soon.

Till then, be cheerful. Remember, there are people with far worse problems than what you face at the moment. And it WILL pass.
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  1. Hey Preeti, heartiest congratulations for the award. So happy for you. and you are looking great

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  2. Congratulations preethi

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  3. Congratulations ma'am well deserved

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  4. a motivating post for aspiring writers

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  5. Congrats and really nice photos madam! you are an inspiration for all and an asset to the country

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  6. Congratulations..!! Well deserved. Many more to grab.. :)

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  8. Lovely! Seeing this, I, as your reader am very happy. Can imagine how you must have felt. Hardwork always pays off. Congratulations 👍🏼

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  9. Hey Preeti, Congratulation on your award :) Keep rocking !!

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  10. Awesome preethi... keep rocking... u will always be remembered as one of the best novelist of all tym :)

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  11. Awesome preethi... keep rocking... u will always be remembered as one of the best novelist of all tym :)

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