Privacy Policy

 ## Privacy Policy for Side Hustle Spark

**Effective Date:** May 11, 2026

At Side Hustle Spark (accessible at `https://indraneelbose.blogspot.com`), we respect your privacy. This Privacy Policy explains how we collect, use, and protect your personal information when you visit our website or use our services.

### 1. Information We Collect
- **Email address** when you voluntarily sign up for our free resources or newsletter.
- **Usage data** (e.g., pages visited, time spent) collected via cookies and analytics tools (Google Analytics, if used).

### 2. How We Use Your Information
- To send you the free resources you requested (dropshipping checklist, ChatGPT prompts).
- To improve our content and user experience.
- To comply with legal obligations (e.g., tax, anti‑fraud).

### 3. Third‑Party Services
We use:
- **Google Forms** to collect email addresses for lead magnets.
- **Substack** to send newsletters (if you subscribe).
- **Amazon Associates** affiliate links (disclosed).

These third parties have their own privacy policies.

### 4. Your Rights
You can unsubscribe from our emails at any time by clicking the "unsubscribe" link in any email we send. You may also request deletion of your personal data by emailing `mr.indraneel.bose@gmail.com`.

### 5. Contact Us
If you have questions about this Privacy Policy, contact:
Indraneel Bose  
Email: `mr.indraneel.bose@gmail.com`

*We may update this policy from time to time. Changes will be posted on this page.*

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