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Sometimes, you do something all impulsively, not knowing what to expect! As a new book-lover (Ya! U may call me that), I was very keen on meeting an author, getting books signed and just attend a reading session. Frankly, I was waiting for Preeti Shenoy's book signing event to be held in Delhi. But when a blogger Friend asked me to join her on one of her favourite author/person's book-signing event, I gladly accepted. One for the reason I told you above, Second I hadn't read the book of that author but I have read her articles of course. (Well, who hasn't?) and third I wanted to meet people I met through blogging. It was lovely meeting You , You and You !! Hoping to see you all in the blogger meet too!! Well, Since I didn't have the book, I purchased it right there in the store so as to not miss the opportunity of getting a book autographed right in front of me. Yes, I am behaving like a kid but I admit I was excited!  The author turned out to be a war

*FICTION* ‘Hi’ Nandita greeted Sanjay as she came home. “God these shoe laces!” .He said without actually responding to Nandita and continued, “You know, every 10 minutes or so, I had to kept tying and re-tying them. How do people wear sport shoes?” For a moment Nandita was surprised at him. How could he think of laces at a time like this? “Sanjay… Dhruv these days…” “Dhruv … where is he?” interrupted Sanjay”. I had been thinking of him all through the way”. “Yeah… I too was…” “He is my son. Yet he is pretty good with these shoe-laces” he interrupted her once again. This time Nandita was about to lose her temper as he continued “You taught him right, didn’t you?” “Yes … He is your son. Do you even know…....” “Five minutes, Nandita… Let me just have a shower”. This time she barely controlled her anger. How could he be so casual, she thought to herself. “Towel…” He shouted from the bathroom. As Nandita handed him the towel, he continue