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By Saru Singhal

Blogger Award

Won Indian Bloggers Awards 2013 under Literature and Personal - Poetry Category

Selected among Top 6 blogs in 'Creative Writing' category in BlogAdda Awards 2014

Published Work

Poems published in the book ‘Rousing Cadence’

Contest Wins

'Postcards from Melbourne' won 1st prize in a contest sponsored by Tourism Victoria on Indiblogger

'I ❤ Luv Storys' won 1st prize in 'Love Marriage ya Arranged Marriage' Contest on Indiblogger

'To You, Mom' won 1st prize in 'Tribute to Mom' contest on Parentous.com

'When Gabbar sang praises of Cashify and Baawri Basanti danced to his tunes' won 1st prize in #CleanUpCashOut contest on Indiblogger

'Vodafone endeavors make NCR residents happy and the entire nation proud' is First Runner-Up in #CelebratingSuper contest on Indiblogger.

'Me + E = Meant to Be' won 'Moto E #ChooseToStart' contest on Indiblogger

'TinyOwl's Wisdom' won a prize in 'Food Tales with TinyOwl' Contest on Indiblogger

'O' Men ~ Get It Right' won second prize in #WillYouShave contest on BlogAdda

'Scintillating Desires...' won 2nd prize in 'Divine is You' Contest on BlogAdda

'Stand Tall' won 2nd prize in 'I Stood Up' Blogathon on womensweb.in

‘Will you be my Sunshine?’ won 3rd prize in ‘The Lakme Diva Blogger Contest’

'Not only for Men, Ladies Let's Transform' won third prize in ASUS 'Time To Transform' contest

'World at my Fingertips!' won 3rd prize in 'Vodafone - Internet is Fun’ Contest on Indiblogger

'Har Ghar Kuch Kehta Hai' won the 'Most Popular Post' prize in Asian Paints contest held by Ripplelinks.com

'5 Tips for Soft, Supple and Safe Baby Skin' won #SoftestForBabySkin contest on BlogAdda sponsored by Pampers

'From Envy to #Evion - My Vitamin E Journey' won 'Special Mentions' prize in Evion Contest on Indiblogger

'Bose Girl 2018: Ruling The World With Headphones And 2 Apps' won special mentions prize in Bose Future Ready Contest

Won a runner-up prize in 'Everyone has a reason to pray contest' by Cycle Pure Agarbathi

'Peach, Not Strawberry' won a runner-up prize in 'Garnier Active Neem' contest

'Bridging The Gap...' won a runner-up prize in 'The Moral of the Story...!' contest from Colgate

'...And we twist' runner-up in 'WeChat with Anyone, Anywhere!' contest on Indiblogger

'Braided Memories ~ Pages from my Diary' runner-up in 'Beautiful Ends to your Beautiful Braids' contest

'Tress-Symphony' runner-up in 'TRESemme Ramp Ready Hair' contest on Indiblogger

Won a runner-up prize for the poem 'A Bowlful of Memories'

'The Invisible Woman' won a runner-up prize in ASUS contest

'SOS - Calling your own Krishans for help' won a runner-up prize in Smart Suraksha contest on BlogAdda

'Lemon, Spice and All Things Nice' won runner-up in 'Inspire A Fragrance' contest.

'Zipping through the Himalayas' won a runner-up prize in 'Perfect Road Trip' contest on Indiblogger

'Saviors of Plutonon' won runner-up prize in 'I am Explorer' Contest

'Let's build a stronger India, shall we?' won a runner-up prize in 'Immune India' contest

'The Hopscotch Song' won a giveaway in 'Dove Go Play' contest on Indiblogger

'The SUNshine Girl' won runnner-up in Sunsilk contest

'Greece - Of Ancient Ruins and Sunkissed Beaches' won a runner-up prize in Skyscanner contest

Media Mentions

Featured on FilterCopy - 6 Poets Who Weave Magic With Their Words And Will Be Your 4 AM Best Friends

Featured on ScoopWhoop - 20 Lesser-Known Instagram Poets You Should Follow If Poetry Is Your Thing

Featured on Life N Lessons - 14 Soulful Shayaris by Saru Singhal That Are As Beautiful As Love

Interview on womensweb.in

Discussion on Blogging on ITV Gold, New York

'पहली मुलाक़ात' was featured on merasangeet.com, a popular radio station in US

Featured in the Fortnightly Newsletter (Nov 15, 2012) of Womensweb.in

Featured Posts

'i was the first girl you loved' is Spicy Saturday Pick on BlogAdda

'Of Long Lost Summer Days With Maa' is Tangy Tuesday Pick

'She Inspires Many Canaries' is Tangy Tuesday Pick

'Middle Class Sofay ki Kahani' is Tangy Tuesday Pick

'How I met my brother, finally!' is Spicy Saturday Pick on BlogAdda

'Piya wahi jo sab kuch khaye aur nakhre na dikhye' is Tangy Tuesday Pick

Black Tuesday is Spicy Saturday Pick on BlogAdda

'In a far far land...' is Tangy Tuesday Pick on BlogAdda

'Lost Abode' is Tangy Tuesday Pick on BlogAdda

'राबता' is Spicy Saturday Pick on BlogAdda

'Immortal Online' is Tangy Tuesday Pick on BlogAdda

'A Butterfly's Dream - Fly High' is Spicy Saturday Pick on BlogAdda

'G for Grit' is Tangy Tuesday Pick on BlogAdda

'And they let the tear fall...' is Spicy Saturday Pick on BlogAdda

'She Sells Sea Shells, Not Her' selected as Tangy Tuesday Pick by BlogAdda

'Who am I, Dad?' selected as Tangy Tuesday Pick by BlogAdda

'Food, Drape and Home...' selected as Weekend WOW Post by BlogAdda

'Of Religion, Humanity and Love...' selected as Tangy Tuesday Pick by BlogAdda

'Death of a Nation' is Spicy Saturday Pick on BlogAdda

‘Wailing Woes’ selected as Tangy Tuesday Pick by BlogAdda

'ठरकी मन बावरा' selected as Tangy Tuesday Pick by BlogAdda

‘Sands of Time’ selected as BlogJunta Editor’s Choice

‘To Kalon’ selected as BlogJunta Editor’s Choice

Others

'Trachled Shoe' published in online magazine Storizen

'Last Piece of Bread' published on The Book Club's Magazine

'Agony of Indian Dustbin' shared on TOI's 'The Great Indian Litterbug' Gallery

Comments

Owais Ashraf PhotographySeptember 25, 2012 at 5:38 AM
Congratulations.
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Saurabh ChawlaDecember 24, 2012 at 2:42 AM
congrats Saru :) keep shining :)
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Manas SahuMay 1, 2013 at 2:35 AM
congratulations saru keep shining
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sahilMay 1, 2013 at 3:10 PM
saru your blog is really more than what i can explain.some of your poems are healer,some are funny some are inspiring.keep itup.
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NabanitaJune 12, 2013 at 7:18 AM
Awesome :)
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Richa SinghJune 12, 2013 at 1:05 PM
Such an amazing lifetime this blog has had! Wonderful :)

Richa
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SurajAugust 13, 2013 at 5:39 PM
Wow. Great achievements in short span of time.. :) Way to go. (y)
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AnonymousJanuary 30, 2014 at 1:24 AM
pretty prolific :) :) I just hopped over to your blog.. courtesy IB and i like it :)
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Rakesh PandeySeptember 3, 2015 at 10:22 PM
Hey, wow! What a list! Amazed and awed! Great job, Saru! Hope to see this list increased.
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I slipped back into my lingerie, But I couldn’t feel your touch. Devoid of any pleasure, I still loved you very much.
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