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Hey there!!!

Welcome to my personal blog - ORANGE Stories. I am Neha Agri. I write and aim to provide some soul soothing stories for my readers. I am a graduate from Regional Institute of Education (NCERT), Ajmer and currently pursuing my Masters degree in physics from Kumaon University, Uttarakhand.


THINGS I ENJOY DOING
Hobby is something that builds a man. A man with a hobby is complete in himself.
I like playing volleyball, but it's more than my hobby. I love dancing. And yes, when I am alone I prefer the company of novels.

 SOME BOOKS I HAVE READ
There are dozens. But I somehow managed to choose these -
To kill a mockingbird by Harper Lee
The white tiger by Arvind Adiga
The man eater of Malgudi by RK Narayana
Pride and prejudice by Jane Austen

 ABOUT BLOG

 Orange is a colour of enthusiasm, warmth, joy and emotions. It is also a fun colour and so are the stories that you will read here. Orange Stories encourages optimism, spontaneity and positivity in life. The vision is to write something constructive, anything that would liberate my readers from this tomultous frenzied lifestyle. Most of the stories are based on my personal experiences and related to people who are or were(once) a part of my life. You can call this blog a farrago of stories, poetic compositions and some journals. If you enjoy reading stories, if you aspire to be an author someday, if you are parenting a kid who denies to sleep without a story, if you are here simply because you want to liberate yourself with some fresh content, then you are at the right place. I'll come up with some really original and interesting stuff for you.


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Neha Agri
nehaagri1396@gmail.com

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