Day 4 – When laughter came to meet me :)


For this November blogging, I made this decision to write about the goodness around me. But then what about the goodness that happens to me? πŸ˜‰ I feel a strong urge, almost equivalent to thrill, to share this here.

Yesterday, was a day to remember when my home was filled with laughter and non-stop chatter for nearly 4 hours, when I listened and listened and smiled and laughed along with her. Yes…am talking about the awesomely lovely Pinoo with her impeccable laughter!

When she called to say that she’s coming, the first question I asked was “What do you want to eat atΒ  home?” And she was like “How about Rava dosa?” – she just knows the way to my heart.

But then yday, she went suddenly like “Can you give me Sambar rice?” How can I refuse a request for food?! Made capsicum sambar and loved watching her love my food…its a special moment for me.

As we all say we never felt like we’re meeting for the first time…it happens with us bloggers always πŸ™‚

I hugged her tight like I do to my girls even though she kept saying that she’s sweating…ha ha…who doesn’t sweat in this hot city Chennai πŸ˜€

A memorable yesterday and a feeling good me !


24 Replies to “Day 4 – When laughter came to meet me :)”

  1. Reblogged this on pins & ashes and commented:
    “How long have you been friends,”
    “long enough”
    “It doesn’t seem like you two have just met”
    I had to smile!
    I seem to forget whom I have met online and offline, because at the end of the day, what matters is a certain level of trust, and a bond that is formed between two people. It could be over writing posts, reading and commenting on them, or a discussion that goes beyond the blog space into chat windows and calls.

    If I say I don’t remember when I began following Uma’s blog.. that would be cliche. So what do I say, I’ll say, I called her up, told her I had landed, and asked for her address, walked into her apartment, removed my shoes, plonked on the floor under the ceiling fan, and asked for some water. The rest she writes was fun.


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