The sight of strength

Few days ago, a freind of mine said, "mera dil halka hua ab tumse baath karkay"....i dutifully accepted the gratitude she felt for unloading her issues.

We are told that we feel lighter when we share what we feel. I beleive so....but how do you spot the sight of strength in a friend who can endure your "stuff".

Am i making sense? Because in my kuckoo, i perfectly am.

The answer to that my baby is, how you feel and how they make you feel when you share. Thier voice, thier touch, thier honesty everything makes you feel so cared for and loved for. The enormity and the lightness of the situation takes a full circle. I hope you can be a friend with such strength and i hope you find friends with the same. 

Hint of calls

Missed call...crap...

A message too....now i love those...

Battamees, ullu, nalayak, gaddhi....kabhi uthathi nahi ho phone...

Boy....sorry jijju...I'll call you back...

My jeejs cracks me up with this sweet curses which sound more like blessings....

And then....

there are those from friends, totally threatening messages.

Uss phone ko kahi chullu bhar pani mein pheko

I'm the only one who calls you, so you might not want to be on my bad side...

Pick that phone up NOW!

Kahan rehthi ho, phone aur phone no ki kya zaroorath hai...

To come to think of it, they both more or less sound the same now, except i know my jijju understands and my munchkins try to....

Once in a while it would be nice to hear, linku, how are you, we miss you, call me back, we thought of you so dropping in to check.....i'm telling you, no one cherishes me like it should be ; )

Is it my fault?

A weekend in April

Talking this and that...like how konkana says in wake up sid, tum, mai, aur buss do cup chai...

i should just blog abt that, buss do cup chai.

My weekend was sweet..but, from teh moment my friends walked in the door, i was just gone.

Where should i start, after that long walk on friday nite, reminiscing our lives, concocting of ways to live our perfect lives (ha ha...), we headed to Philadelphia Premium outlets on Sat morning, literally had to drag the girls out of home. I think thats why they let me plan, becoz i take charge, i'm like a charger...ha ha. Sunita as usual tried on clothes we picked, we cracked jokes at people we shouldnt really crack jokes on, i was like just in a fluid mode, i felt like i was living...

The mean girls wouldnt let me shop : [ Priya thought i was spending too much, she was totally giving me a blind eye that i totally loved that blouse in that store, she was like no, too expensive, no way. Sunita wouldnt let me buy that Kate Spade bag, i so wanted. So i got the rest, saw some dads holding their kiddos with diaper bags too while moms were busy shopping.

After that much needed coffee, we headed to get our pedicures done. We were playing a guessing game of what that chinki parlor people were talking.

After i was done, i didnt feel like putting my feet down, we all wished we were scooped away to a couch, a movie, full bucket of popcorn, soft throw and if someone offered to put taran to bed, that would be the icing on the cake.

Instead we returned to house full of dirty dishes everywhere, pizza boxes on the table, toys and stuff lying around and hungry kids.

Like women of true nature, we recuperated and handled well. Bow to the GIRL POWER.


Listening to the song, my dad and i jammed to on our way to N. Falls..