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Are you guilty of this? #AHundredLittleFlames (post 4)



Hi there,
Hope you had a great Diwali!
For those who joined me late, I am doing a  hundred little blog posts to celebrate  my new book A Hundred Little Flames.

This means a new little blog post every day, till I reach a 100 :)
Today is day 4.

Sometimes, couples in love forget about everyone around them. They don't care what others think or feel, as they are so engrossed in each other, and their happiness. They also think that theirs is the greatest and the best love-story. They may not mean to do it. But they do so inadvertently.
Ayan finds it annoying.

Do you know any such couples? Has anyone you know acted that way?

Tell me in comments!
A new post tomorrow.
Love
Preeti

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Comments

  1. If it is repeatedly done when people around it may seem obvious n overdone..but otherwise couple in luv shld exhibit some gestures like holding hands..gazing into each other eyes etc..n also in India our children are clueless till a age how come they are born because parents normally behave as if they didnt even touch each other..which is ridiculous. ��

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  2. Very right! after all that's love.

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  3. In love, it's really difficult to keep off. However, there are more intense nuances, invisible to the external world, that could and more often take place. PDA better be avoided.

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  4. Happy Diwali ma'am. Hope you and your family- especially your four-legged baby had a very happy and safe Diwali. Can't wait to read A hundred little flames. These little blog posts make the wait even more exciting. Good luck!!Take care.☺

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  5. Hello Preeti,
    I want to know if it is possible to get your books abroad (Europe) because I don’t live in India? How can it be done? I really wish to read your new book.

    Please let me know at the earliest.

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  6. Hi Preeti. I really loved reading today's post. I have known a lot of couples like this from the time I was in Junior High School. Maybe because I did not have a boyfriend, I found this kind of behavior to be very annoying. Then finally, after many many years, I fell in love and started acting like how my friends used to when they first fell in love. I looked at myself in the mirror one day and realized that I too had become one of 'them.' This scared me. I thought that maybe people would get annoyed by my behavior, so I immediately changed because I did not want to annoy others just because I was living in a bubble of love.

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