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ThankQ Deepu

I can't thank my friend Deepu enough. She has so much confidence in my writing that her persistence has paid off. She sent something I wrote on friendship in this blog to publishers inviting short stories and the good news is that it was accepted and will soon be part of a book. It will appear in the series Chicken Soup For The Best Friends' Soul.

I had no idea about the Chicken Soup series, underread that I am. In fact, there was a time when I would tease Deeps about chicken soup or chilli chicken, only to be met with ire! Soon after I received the contract from the publishers, in what seemed to be serious business, I googled and found out that Chicken Soup For The Soul Series has been in business for the past 15 years, selling millions of copies in countries such as the US. Mine of course, would appear in the Indian edition. Still it is part of a big family!

I am basking in a new found glory.

Also I watched Salt today starring Angelina Jolie. It was one of those weekends when we decided to go to the movies. The last movie we saw was Inception. I don't know what to comment about Salt except that Jolie is portrayed as a superwoman who survives after jumping off running vehicles, helicopters and such like. And her past determines her future. Except that she chooses not to destroy the world but those who destroy her vision of a normal life. The movie was OK. Jolie looks so thin and, in some part, haggard. I think she has re-touched on her lip job and they look fuller. Women eye women. Here is an example!

Comments

vishaka said…
congrats! so happy for you. Sometimes u need to take a break from past to try something new....i dont think you'd have done so many new things--tv and now in a book if u were in India in the same old job...so when is your own book coming :)

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