CHAPTER 4: THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT AND APPRECIATION!

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Another wonderful year whizzes past and in the month of December, one is left wondering how fast time flew. One also looks back with gratitude at all the helping hands held out, words of appreciation and positive criticism, and umpteen opportunities created by generous souls to aid one’s writing.

Personally, I did find many mentors, most of them younger than me (I was born in the last century, you know!) who filled my heart with gratitude and joy.

So, a loud round of applause to my very own supporting cast over the eventful year of 2025:

1.     The intrepid team of Blogchatter who comes up with stupendous challenges across the year… even though I have pulled my hair out, trying to fit in deadlines before they whoosh by, I have been able to complete all the challenges I have taken up, sometimes by the skin of my teeth. Thank you, the core team of Blogchatter for being absolute rockstars!

2.     Dipankar Mukherjee and Indrani Ganguly of Readomania, who have always held my hand in giving suggestions, pushing my boundaries and helping me to bring out books that are a piece of my heart! While they are my publisher and editor, they are true friends and mentors as well.

3.     Manali Desai and Sukaina Majeed for having brainstormed and come up with some amazing Blog Hops that were a delight to be part of, with myriad interesting books as prizes. Their optimism and helpfulness made every challenge a pleasure.

Of course, added to this list are my ever-supportive writer friends, my offline pals and my family, who have always been silent and effective cheerleaders right through.

 
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Thank you all for being in my life! 

This is Chapter 5: SUPPORTING CAST APPRECIATION POST -  SHOUT OUT TO 3 PEOPLE WHO SUPPORTED YOUR YEAR AS A CREATOR

@blogchatterwrapparty

Comments

  1. Suchita Agarwal12/15/2025 10:43:00 AM

    It is so cool that you're so excited about challenges and campaigns. Kudos to you for juggling so many things.

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