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Baby footprints on time

Hello readers!

Here's some really exciting and heartwarming news - Fledgling is turning one!


No matter how many things we have done or achieved, those 'first-times' always capture a special place in our hearts. That first-time element is what drove me to write this thoughtful letter to my soul.

This post marks one of my most emotional moments, hitting a new milestone with my most cherished partner in this journey, my dear Fledgling.


It's been a year since we hatched open, taking a first glimpse of the outside world as soft sunshine peeked in at dawn. Now, before we knew it, we had started flying across the cliffs!

It has been an amazing roller-coaster ride this year, definitely not one without potholes and bumps. But the thrill of turning one with something I hadn't even considered urges me to write more and more, as thoughts and feelings gush through.

This journey has been a passionate one and we have also remarkably improved over the months of over twenty posts, a channel of all my thought bubbles and sparks that later kindled into a gleaming flame that stood undeterred and eternal.

I would love to thank my readers who have kept me motivated through the year. It's so gratifying to see all the support pouring in and so, this year looks promising!

I want to give a  BIG THANK YOU  to my mom for mentoring me throughout and my dad for introducing me to this platform and for helping me out technically! It wouldn't have been made  possible without the support from my family, friends and most importantly, you.



A BIG THANK YOU TO ALL!



With lots of love,
Maanasa

Comments

  1. UnknownJanuary 26, 2019 at 8:03 AM

    Wonderful Maanasa. May you add more and more to the baby..

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    1. MaanasaJanuary 26, 2019 at 9:26 AM

      Thank you ma’am..it’s the readers who keep me going and motivate me cone what may...a big thanks to all!

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  2. PurushJanuary 26, 2019 at 9:19 AM

    Awsome! Looking for more like this. Keep it up...

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  3. MaanasaJanuary 26, 2019 at 9:23 AM

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  4. மதுமதி முருகேஷ்January 26, 2019 at 7:52 PM

    Real proud moment dear. You are my asset. I am the first member of Fledgling fan club. I learn a lot from you n it will continue. Your flair for writing should never drop. Your reading helps a lot in the flow of your language. So be a book worm n keep going. Spread good thoughts and message through your writing. Pour your mind and heart out to vent out all your emotions.

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    1. மதுமதி முருகேஷ்January 26, 2019 at 7:57 PM

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    2. MaanasaJanuary 26, 2019 at 8:05 PM

      OMG! Thanks a lot kuku...You have been my role model in life and everything I do and have done always has a subtle influence of you! From reading to life lessons, I am in you and you are in me! Love you 😘

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    3. மதுமதி முருகேஷ்January 26, 2019 at 8:09 PM

      I am blessed.😙😘😘

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