Vedashree Khambete-Sharma is an award-winning copywriter in her mid-thirties. Which is okay, because mid-thirties is the new mid-forties. Or something. For the past twelve years, she has peddled everything from moisturisers to magazines, like some kind of one-woman corner shop. And has inflicted her opinions on the unsuspecting public through several newspapers, websites and blogs, writing on a series of subjects from student suicides to types of boyfriends. She lives in Mumbai with her husband, her daughter and the niggling feeling that she shouldn’t be referring to herself in the third person on her own website, I mean, come on.
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