<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2026 09:06:40 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Lessons life decided to teach</category><category>Poetic Justice</category><category>Delhi Diaries</category><category>Funny Bone</category><category>Friends</category><category>Mundane Matters</category><category>drabble</category><category>love story</category><category>Filmy Gupshup</category><category>Cancer</category><category>How she met him</category><category>TV TALK</category><category>love ballad</category><category>solo trip</category><category>Goa</category><category>Triveni</category><category>yearly review</category><category>Happy New Year</category><category>Travel</category><category>hampi</category><category>romance</category><category>SRK</category><category>first-time adventures</category><category>hindi</category><category>marriage</category><category>2017</category><category>Gokarna</category><category>Nostalgia</category><category>blogging</category><category>death</category><category>fiction</category><category>friendship</category><category>mom</category><category>mother</category><category>shillong</category><category>vivek</category><category>100th post</category><category>2011</category><category>2016</category><category>2019</category><category>Collateral Beauty</category><category>Tear drop</category><category>advice</category><category>akshat</category><category>amazon</category><category>awards</category><category>bliss</category><category>blogs</category><category>career</category><category>celebration</category><category>chaand</category><category>childhood</category><category>church</category><category>dream</category><category>engagement 2020</category><category>flipkart</category><category>god</category><category>happy</category><category>happy home</category><category>healing</category><category>hind</category><category>job</category><category>joy</category><category>maa</category><category>manali</category><category>miss you</category><category>monetize</category><category>moon</category><category>movie</category><category>mumma</category><category>nitu</category><category>office</category><category>parle</category><category>parul</category><category>pet dog</category><category>promises</category><category>rocky</category><category>tears</category><category>tight pants</category><category>train</category><category>trisha</category><category>vikrant</category><category>white pants</category><category>will smith</category><title>Priyanka&#39;s Point</title><description>A space for a self-professed narcissist. A world where nothing and no one can demarcate fiction from reality.</description><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-7438548301421751581</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2022 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-10-21T18:53:53.927+05:30</atom:updated><title>Be Nice!</title><atom:summary type="text">Five years
since maa breathed her last and I am often pulled back to those last days I
spent with her in the hospital. Since then I have, unfortunately, witnessed one
more death in the family and several others in the extended family and friend
circle. I have witnessed last interactions in some cases and in others have
heard the survivors who succeeded the deceased lament about how they would </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2022/10/be-nice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-5994249969307461310</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jul 2022 12:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-07-21T17:57:00.775+05:30</atom:updated><title>The Psychology of Selling—My Takeaways</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;I have been in the business of school textbook publishing for over 12 years now and a part of the workforce for nearly two decades. My first job, a summer affair, was as a sales executive for Times of India. The task was to accompany newspaper boys/men on their routes in the narrow lanes of Patel Nagar, Ranjit Nagar and Baljit Nagar, (areas in West Delhi with a heavy Punjabi population) </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2022/07/the-psychology-of-sellingmy-takeaways.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-5773173846887504959</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jan 2020 16:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-01-20T21:55:28.104+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">engagement 2020</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tear drop</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trisha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vikrant</category><title>For Sachin!</title><atom:summary type="text">

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</atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2020/01/for-sachin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-4439773530868668583</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2019 11:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-01-03T17:15:48.866+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2019</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happy New Year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tight pants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">white pants</category><title>The year of the white pants.</title><atom:summary type="text">


I decided
that 2019 will be the year of the white pants on the first day of January while
talking to my husband and a friend I met after a very long time. The conversation
that we were having was animated and entertaining to say the least. A good way
to start the year, I’d say. They both had ganged up against me and were making
fun of my ‘tight, white pants’ when I declared to them that ‘This </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2019/01/the-year-of-white-pants.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis0QpLt7-RP_8jx7XyRa0Q4rFlX-VCugi0OoVmZUeU5ZCjj24qNvrdncbnCcXlMVujMTT9fINeLBi1d4Ua3bYWLciuAwlTedBqdzjSloGxBA3XnklIUOUxr3WwKAIrPXhDN-J1/s72-c/white+pants.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-4259715185722787635</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2018 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-07-12T18:29:31.826+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetic Justice</category><title>Deal?</title><atom:summary type="text">
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A wish to speak to Badshah Khan



Granted with the Twitterverse coming together like never
before.

A desire to ruffle the handsome, young doctor’s hair

Fulfilled; with laughter all around.

A request for a better view,

Position of the bed changed.

Surrounded by her children,

Hopefully, painlessly, she breathed her last.





Friends, family mourned her passing,

Stories in their hearts, </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2017/12/collateral-beauty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-7003264355233161553</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2017 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-31T20:12:42.481+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2017</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">death</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">miss you</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mumma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SRK</category><title>Mumma, I really miss you!</title><atom:summary type="text">

Dearest Mumma,



A lot of people have been writing really nice things about you. Words failed me completely till now. It&#39;s after a week that I am writing to you because I need to pen these things to be able to breathe better.



It has been 7 days since you went away.
Since then, 70,000 people have tweeted about you, including Shah Rukh Khan.
Since then, I have spoken to 700 people who have </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2017/10/mumma-i-really-miss-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_bIbpe_0ObrMa3j3esIJkuIFUAEgvq6jNIV6TA2r4gIvuRwZ_6IRQBz1z3gDEO6UnPIFOvWy8Aif_1AOKRSWcUvxzcQ3fdAxN7a0mXHzARfoET3-37iPTp-cbtZUOFdWyY7NK/s72-c/22519239_10155511385220528_3742783134702691583_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-3049216670056089212</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Apr 2017 14:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-04-06T19:51:00.525+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happy home</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetic Justice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vivek</category><title>Making a house, a home</title><atom:summary type="text">






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</atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2017/04/making-house-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhODGGq3MiCSiumaDJXFvoL0Pgb3tQVBiuqou37r-5A_CJNTvEH0OHIJ6p0vFn2qTG9JpeOu4GndiLtrW0nAluKUuv6onHuQVrJYu_P8iw8pFJgfMHrc1bJmTmk-HcE17wamj9Z/s72-c/16836232_10154872573245528_7343302745700368416_o.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-8937861207348545251</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2016 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-12-31T19:11:13.839+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2016</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2017</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happy New Year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">yearly review</category><title>Things that made 2016 unforgettable</title><atom:summary type="text">

The year is about to come to an end. The
time for a review is upon us. This post, more than the others, is for me. One
day when I am old and wrinkled, or maybe later in 2017, I will read this and
all the other annual posts and smile, laugh and cry, not in this order necessarily.


Unfortunately, for most parts I have to nod
in agreement at the hundreds of memes flooding Facebook and Twitter </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2016/12/things-that-made-2016-unforgettable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-8397394400156016079</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2016 11:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-05-23T21:10:14.863+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">advice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">akshat</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">career</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">celebration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">job</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lessons life decided to teach</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tears</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vivek</category><title>Unsolicited advice, full of love :)</title><atom:summary type="text">

The mood to not enter the kitchen in the scorching heat, the
fact that we had no idea when all of us would be together again and that we had
several things to celebrate seemed reasons good enough to go out and celebrate.
Unlike our usual pattern, the conversations ran in a mild, entertaining manner.
The 20 minutes that we had to wait for a table at the restaurant passed by quickly
while we </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2016/05/unsolicited-advice-full-of-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeSg1TfP_HfcIS1TcmddEMcGMIHnYo8-C8Vq0PYewsJyeyJX23ObhDM-Bmf_Q27DL61OpY71NLE7Ea21TePgQkPv1lf_Evi3q1rAhp2gI6fkdn8fI_d0YzjTfb7b1cWs0UV-gK/s72-c/FotorCreated.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-7477232491369479224</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2016 10:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-04-06T16:02:38.890+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cancer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lessons life decided to teach</category><title>Lessons for a lifetime</title><atom:summary type="text">

Quite a few posts on my
blog since 2011 have been about cancer and I hope this is the last in the
series.&amp;nbsp;



Lot of people I have
met, or know, say proudly that they have not changed one bit. I feel sorry for
them because change and growth are synonymous for me. If they have not changed,
they have not learned anything from any life experience and have let a wonderful
opportunity to grow </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2016/04/lessons-for-lifetime.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>115</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-2284653088790880043</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2016 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-02-01T20:01:13.640+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bliss</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lessons life decided to teach</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love ballad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><title>I wish you bliss!</title><atom:summary type="text">

I remember days when my
colleagues/well-wishers would pester me to get married. The sessions would
start as a joke, escalate to levels which could be easily sample cases of
sexual harassment by co-workers, and would invariably end in one of them wise
ladies saying, ‘Jokes apart. I want to see you happy. Don’t get married if you
don’t want to but be in a relationship with a wonderful guy.’ The </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2016/02/i-wish-you-bliss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionvaR8OTWpYfydxHXHoOJwQ28qwjmJQDKHT4ge9PaYcgz7zmwyzCxLRVG7nTAW6eNSc8LT2o_D6-Ndg4jSgPoxkvWVF06jQPKiYb3zNGpWg7y0uxdRszBC0HemAoNRtVANm6i/s72-c/_DSC0349.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-2369675417444095481</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2016 09:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-22T15:26:57.507+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happy New Year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lessons life decided to teach</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">promises</category><title>Let&#39;s Start the New Year!</title><atom:summary type="text">

Is it too late to start the year? Some of you might say yes.
Some, I hope, will be sympathetic to the cause of procrastination and say, ‘No.
no. Line wahin se shuru hoti hai jahan tum khadi hoti ho. Toh saal kyun nahi.’
And I, gleefully, will choose to listen to the second group. The group of my
personal cheerleaders. The chairperson of this group, I am sure, is incontestably my mother. A </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2016/01/lets-start-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-9019274677461706328</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2015 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-08-25T18:57:43.473+05:30</atom:updated><title>Ranting</title><atom:summary type="text">

More often than not, I am an atheist
because I cannot take the pressure of performing pujas and other rituals.
Mostly because as soon as the word puja is said the elders start scolding
constantly and I just don’t have the patience for the repetitive instructions.



However, since I am still a part of
civilization, my name labels me as a Hindu and everyone is eager to brand me as
one. Also, </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2015/08/ranting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-6713875677937515259</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2015 10:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-02T15:55:52.978+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Delhi Diaries</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><title>For V and Skaty</title><atom:summary type="text">
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The first shared
laugh


He laughed at her. After assuring him that she would talk to
him later in the evening in her previous two SMSes, she had in her third SMS
asked him if he was the same guy she was supposed to talk to. 



Then, they had spoken. Like friends who had known each other
all their lives but had just started the process of meeting each other. He had
asked her what she did for </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2014/06/she-got-used-to-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-9057632639592241233</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2014 11:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-03T17:27:02.483+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lessons life decided to teach</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><title>Stalker</title><atom:summary type="text">

The nightmare leaves me breathless. It is as if I have been punched,
punched hard in the gut. I somehow manage to stealthily leave the comfort of
the bed without disturbing my friends. As if, of their own accord, my feet take
me outside of the house and towards the terrace.



I stand on the terrace of the eight-storey building. It is past
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While waiting for Him, She read in a book She had picked up,
‘Every broken relationship turns into a story.’ This should have been the first
sign. She was too busy laughing and chatting as Delhi glowed in the golden glow
of the winter sun to notice any signs. They had met for lunch. Her eyes had
widened when He had said, ‘Eating is a waste of time.’ Her first reaction was
to scan the room for </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2014/01/how-she-met-him.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-1808331157679406941</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jan 2014 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-27T08:00:22.865+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gokarna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>The end is near</title><atom:summary type="text">

The day had to come. I knew it even when I was planning the
trip three months ago and even when I was packing my bags 15 days ago. This day
had to come—the last day of the vacation. 



So we survived the night quite peacefully. SKT and Frooti
slept early as usual. I, as usual, was up. I saw Ponyo, a movie recommended by
Sweater. I will trust Sweater’s choice even more now. Needless to say I </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-end-is-near.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-825442590672834959</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 2014 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-01T23:18:18.306+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gokarna</category><title>Interesting times</title><atom:summary type="text">
To a discerning eye the way I spent the first day of the year might seem boring. However, people who would fall in this category would be wrong. We began the day with a Bigg Boss experience. There was an early-morning eviction and we were asked to vacate our room by 6:30 am. We packed our bags, got ready, and then slept till 7:40 am. That’s when the caretaker came to ask us to leave the room </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2014/01/interesting-times.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-4682032694516593545</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Dec 2013 18:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-01T15:36:03.317+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">first-time adventures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Goa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happy New Year</category><title>An exciting end to 2013</title><atom:summary type="text">

Before today, I never understood what the quote, ‘live like
it’s your last day’ meant. However, if someone was to ask me tomorrow, I would
tell them I have lived a day as if it was my last. The fact that it coincided
with the last day of the year is just a coincidence. SKT, who is now travelling
with me, has put a lot of pressure on me. Her instructions were simple, ‘Khot,
you have to blog </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2014/01/an-exciting-end-to-2013.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-8205140075754957690</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Dec 2013 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-30T23:31:26.685+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Goa</category><title>Journey is as important as the destination</title><atom:summary type="text">

This trip is full of adventures and thankfully good
surprises. Last night’s journey was no different. I got a seat in a
half-sleeper-half-seating bus. More than one-third of the bus-seats were
converted into sleepers. I, fortunately, had the good sense to book a seating
seat. In the sleeper seats two people lay down with each other. Now this
business of sharing seats was fine till the time you </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2013/12/journey-is-as-important-as-destination.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-4362693386377129985</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Dec 2013 11:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-29T16:36:58.891+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hampi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">solo trip</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">yearly review</category><title>And on Sunday, she rested</title><atom:summary type="text">

The last five days of running around in the sun and having
fun have taken a toll on me. As is a holiday ritual with me, I was badly
sunburnt. So today, I decided to celebrate Sunday in a haze of Avil induced
sleep. Since you have vicariously enjoyed my holiday, I think it is only fair
that you get a dose of details of my sunburnt, itchy skin! I am kind and
generous like that.





So my arms </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2013/12/and-on-sunday-she-rested.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-2807589936096656526</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Dec 2013 14:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-28T20:35:50.192+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hampi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">solo trip</category><title>Celebrating, celebrity style!</title><atom:summary type="text">

The day began early, very early. I went to see the sunrise at,
wait for it, sunrise point. Santosh had told me to be ready by 5:15 am. I,
being me, was up at 4:30 am and ready by 5 am. It was pitch black and windy and
cold when we left the warmth of the hotel. The 2 kilometer drive to the sunrise
point was one of the longest drives of this trip. Thoughts of all the things
that could go wrong </atom:summary><link>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2013/12/celebrating-celebrity-style.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>