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Life is like a box of macarons

Photo Credit: Nikhil Merchant

You never know what the next flavor is going to be.
And you will never find out until you take a risk and take that first bite.

Life's just handed me a box of macarons.

Next week, I will give up my job and move to London as a full time student. You will see a little less of me at Bombay Foodie in the coming months, but you can follow my adventures all of next year, as A Student in London.

Come join me as I explore a new lifestyle in my favorite city!



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notyet100 said…
Wow congrats :) wishnya great year ahead,..
December 28, 2011 at 12:54 PM
Kalyan Karmakar said…
congrats Simran...wish you all the best ...keep writing
December 28, 2011 at 1:19 PM
Jude said…
enjoy....what an exiting way to begin the new year
December 28, 2011 at 9:40 PM
Swati Sapna said…
hey simran! the new year sure sounds exciting for you :) all the very best for your London stint... will miss you in this space!
January 3, 2012 at 3:13 PM
Deeba PAB said…
Yay you Simran. Cheers to a new life. Enjoy London and have a wonderful year!
January 6, 2012 at 7:09 PM
Unknown said…
Will wait to read your london foodie blog when it starts :)
January 19, 2012 at 9:01 PM
roses said…
colorful...
rosesandgifts.com
January 27, 2012 at 10:28 PM
Unknown said…
Hi, really enjoyed your recipes. If you are interested in bringing them to a wider audience, please mail me at thenriblogger@gmail.com
January 29, 2012 at 3:38 AM
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