That time of the month again!

It’s that time of the month again :)

I’ll be live on the Momspresso facebook page, reading my award-winning short story, titled “No Cheating.”

Here’s the link: https://m.facebook.com/Momspresso/

 Indian Time - Friday, Aug 30 @ 11.30 AM.
US times :  

Thursday, Aug 29 @ 11.00 PM (Pacific) 
Friday, Aug 30 @ 1.00 AM (Central) and 2.00 AM (Eastern).

I will save the link for those who want to watch it later.

Please, won’t you watch and comment? It would mean the world to me!!

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