My first blog



This is my first blog of my life. I can express my thoughts or my feeling while talking face-to-face better than in writing. So please bear with my words.

I was born in this city called "City of Dreams", "आमची मुंबई " ," मुंबई मेरी जान " etc. (as a woman I will not disclose the year 😉). Soon after that my father shifted to Belgaum, Karnataka, for his business, so I was brought up there. I completed my graduation there and then wanted to do a  masters degree. I wanted to do it on my own like by paying the fees of my course while doing a job.

So, after graduation, like everyone, I came to Mumbai for my masters with my family’s support. My uncles and aunties helped me a lot in my journey. 

Actually, I do not have anyone who knows me in and out. But I have never felt alone, thanks to my cousins. Everyone says they have a friend who knows their secrets, who always there in their life to support them in their ups and downs. But in my case, my cousins are my closest friends who are always there and will be with me. They are not just blood relations but good friends. I am lucky to have them in my life.



So far this is what I am and my life. Now I am married with a sweet, caring and handsome man. And now he will also have my gang in his life.

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  1. And I met this girl at my first work place, it was always fun working with her, she is a happy, friendly and supporting characters, she is like a coconut, tough outside but a soft heart, miss u dear.

    And all the fun we had together, be it work, be it our morning breakfast, our coffee times and our chit-chat over personal stuffs.

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  2. Yups I think m d first who knows most of your life secret. Love you my sweet little sis 😘😘❤️💕

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  3. You're always learning new things and trying to better yourself, which is awesome.
    Being around you makes everything better! Long way to go..Netra...Viva La Raazzaa..🤘🤗

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