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As the Valentine's Day machine rolls around in February, we bring you a 'different' blogathon: Letters To My Ex
The Valentine’s Day machine rolls around every February, but sometimes, does it also make you think of the loves that didn’t quite work out?
“I wish I could tell you what happened, and why I did what I did, but even I don’t know. All I know is that in that moment, surrounded by everyone we know and love, as we exchanged engagement rings, as our friends cheered, I knew I couldn’t follow it through. I couldn’t do this to us.” – Nikita Singh, Letters To My Ex
Why do some love stories turn out so differently from how we imagine them? Or sometimes, do we fall in love even though we know ‘this isn’t going anywhere’?
Bestselling author Nikita Singh’s latest novel, Letters To My Ex is all about one such dream that falls apart. It’s a great read for anyone who is in love, has been in love or wants to be!
Join Women’s Web & Harper Collins India on a blogathon where we give good ol’ February a little twist – instead of talking about your love life today, we ask you to write a letter to your ex.
Some love stories don’t work out, and that’s okay. Even ‘ex’ stories make a difference to our lives, and perhaps we are who we are because of the loves that have happened to us. Write a letter to your ex (even if you will never send it!) and be a part of our blogathon.
Your letter to your ex could be funny, sentimental, thankful, angry, or anything else you want it to be. Be your creative best, and vent your feelings at the same time! The 8 best posts will be published on Women’s Web this month, February 2018. All 8 writers will receive a signed copy of Nikita Singh’s Letters To My Ex, as well as a Rs.300 Amazon voucher.
Send us your piece to us at [email protected], with #LettersToYourEx in the subject line.
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