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New Book! Do you want to know the title? (and also some post cards from Bhutan!)

Hi there,
If you have been following my Facebook public posts, or my Instagram,  or my column in Financial Chronicle, you would know that I have just got back from an AMAZING holiday in Bhutan.
The country is PURE magic.

I stayed in Thimpu Punakha and Paro. It was ethereal.

Here are a couple of pictures, in case you missed my posts.


By the river Wangchuk in Thimpu.

 This was at a Nunnery in Paro.

 At Thimpu. The Buddha is MAGNIFICENT. I  feel so blessed to have the privilege of being able to  sketch this scene.
 The art is to Die for!
Fooling around :) (Life is a crazy ride and nothing is guaranteed)


I also did an amazing trek (walked 18.3 kms!!) to Tigers Nest. But I will save that for another post.

I came back with a loud THUD to India, wishing my holiday would not end, and it took me a while to get back to Social Media :)

But now I am here, and excited about me new book coming out :)

Join me on Facebook today(1st August) at 6.00 pm IST where we are playing a 'Decode the title' game.

To make sure you do not miss it:
1. Like my Facebook page, if you haven't already liked it.
2.Hover on the 'Liked' button near my cover photo, on the left corner of the page
3.Select the 'see first' option
By doing this Facebook will ensure that you don't miss out on any post I put up. 


Tonnes of fun ahead! 
See you there. Today! :) 
Love
Preeti

Comments

  1. I have. Awesome pic...

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  2. Hey Preeti - Nice to know that you had an amazing holiday. You deserve it. Eagerly waiting for the release of your new book. Take care!

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  3. Awesome clicks, Preeti. I will order your book from my bookshop since I am outta India and bookshops have a limited choice when it comes to the ones from Desh:)

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