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The Liebster Award

Soumyaa, who blogs here has been kind enough to bestow The Liebster Award for my blog. As we all know, in the blogging world awards and such rituals are a way to motivate each other and show appreciation. In this vast world of bloggers or writers, it is easy to get lost in the crowd, lose focus or even feel threatened by the deluge of exceptional writers around. 



Appreciation from fellow bloggers is something we count upon to goad us, inspire us and shake us from the stupor, if need be. 

So, thank you Soumyaa for the gesture. I began reading your blog only recently but I'm in awe with the way you weave your posts. Keep writing and inspiring.

Keeping with the norms of the award, I'm supposed to answer a list of questions that  Soumyaa has for her nominees. So, here you go:

How tall are you?
I'm 5 feet 5 inches tall.

What's the biggest personal change you've ever made?
I don't know about big or biggest but I'm trying to change in small ways, trying to believe myself more, correcting my faults even as I allow myself to make mistakes.

What would your dream holiday be like?
Somewhere on top of snow-clad mountains, calling out to the racing clouds, reaching out to the flowing river; peaceful, calm and happy :-)

If you could be a farmer, what would be on your farm?
Lots of organic fruits and veggies.

Will you ever accept an offer to reality shows like Bigg Boss? 
Nope. Never. 

Who's your favorite literary character?
Enid Blyton. Loved how every character and situation would come to life in her books. And the way she'd describe food, would make me-a non-foodie-devour all that yummy dishes.

What's the longest you've gone without sleep and what was keeping you awake?
As students, my friends and I would often have sleepovers and that would be reason enough to stay awake most of the night discussing all the girly stuff :-)

Who's that one extraordinary person that you know? 
Anybody who's graceful even during the toughest period of their life is an extraordinary person to me. In that sense I'm fortunate to know quite a few in my circle.

Are you a bad loser or a good loser? (For the record, I'm a bad loser)
I'd like to think that I'm a good loser ;-)

What chore do you absolutely hate doing?
Anything routine and mundane gets my goat. 

If ghosts can walk through walls and through human bodies, why don't they fall through the floor?
They are ghosts. They defy all laws..hahaha!


Thank you once again, Soumyaa and apologies for taking a while to do this post.

Comments

  1. Haha. I let out a chuckle at your last answer. Thanks for accepting my award so gracefully, Uma. You deserve every bit of it!

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  2. Congratulationsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss and yayyyyyyyyyyyyy party time :)

    loved your answers .. and yes thats a perfect answer as why ghosts dont fall through floor :)

    Bikram's

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    1. Bikram,..thanksssssssssssssssssss :-)))

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    1. Hey Namrata, thank you so much!

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  4. Nice to read this Uma, wow, you are tall! I will put on my highest heels when we are to meet:)

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    1. Lol, Vibha..I thought that was an average height :-P

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    1. Glad you liked the answers :-)

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