Before my first blog

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Before I start this blog, I would like to thank a few important people.


All those beautiful beings who inspired these stories...

My beautiful Ladakhis...because Ladakh is where this started and we shared this magical journey together...

My go-to proofreaders, Jyoti Rana, Kanika Srivastava, Nikita Gagneja, Izabel Thomas, Harshavardhan Kamat for making me look decent...

All the sweethearts who have read these stories and given their valuable feedbacks...

My family. They are "my precious"!!!

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  1. Tanvi16 December 2018 at 01:08

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  2. Unknown16 December 2018 at 03:08

    Iravati, good observation .......समाजभावना ह्या लोकांपर्यंत पोहोचल्या पाहिजेत....….
    छान लिहिलंयस...... keep writing
    All the best 👍

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  3. Iravati Kamat16 December 2018 at 07:47

    Thank you!!

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  4. Unknown6 January 2019 at 00:40

    All the bwst Ira... Keep up the good work.. 😊

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  5. Iravati Kamat6 January 2019 at 21:27

    Thank you😊

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  6. Unknown10 January 2019 at 07:35

    All the best, Ira!!
    Awadlay he mala 😊😊👌👍

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  7. Iravati Kamat26 January 2019 at 09:56

    thank you !!

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