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"Me" of Privy Trifles awarded my blog for the most "Adorable blog" . She recently completed one year of blogging and to mark the anniversary, she created a set of awards, taking time and effort to prepare the logo and award each of them to the blogs she thought were worthy of the said tag.

I am touched and honoured by this sweet gesture and since this also came by on my special day, it will be cherished even more. Thank you, Me!!!

This award will now be proudly displayed on my space:

Thank you, Me (Privy Trifles)


  1. great...congrats...

  2. Congratz on the award :-) You are certainly adorable which makes your blog adorable :-)

    1. aww..thanks for the sweet words and wishes, Tan :-)

  3. Awww......thts such a cute-looking award!!!!!
    Congrats Uma...u totally are worthy of it:-))

    1. Hey Nancy, thank you sooo much :-)))

  4. I agree to reflections ....your blog is really adorable.

    Thanks for this post :)

    You made my day !!!

    1. you are welcome, Me and thank U!! :-)

  5. That's sweet Uma, Congrats :) !


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