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A whole new change..

So the whole shift happened from Gurgaon to Bangalore. Life is so weird, actually, not life, but we are so weird.

When I had to move from Bangalore, I was upset, that I had to leave my house, my parents, my sister and move. When I had to move from Gurgaon, I was again upset, as I wanted a couple of more years in that city. So what was I going to miss really? I asked myself this question over and over again. The answer was not difficult, it was right there in front of me. My two friends, whom I met in Gurgaon, came into my life as just my son's classmates' parents. I never knew they would land up making such a huge difference in my life.

This post is dedicated to those two wonderful women. I miss them every single day.

Both are hands-on Mums, dedicated to their kids. Both are wonderfully awesome. To one, I became a self-proclaimed guide of Delhi, as she had spent her whole life in Bangalore, and I took her to all the major attractions of the city - the shopping attractions, including the exhibitions. She is an artist, who used her art in her day-to-day life, in the smallest of things. From decorating her house to plaiting her daughter's hair to the colourful artifacts, to cooking. You could see hues, of painting everywhere. She painted my life in her bright and favourite colours of yellow, orange, and green.

The other one is someone with whom I could connect at a more subconscious level. A mother of two lovely daughters, she is fun, and I was awed by her dedication towards her daughters. An MBA, she carried her older daughter for work, and gave up all, when she had her second child. Always ready to give a helping hand, assuring words. Awesome baker. She knew how to live for the moment. She taught me that. The common thing between these two women was their cooking skills. They were amazing cooks. I used to feel conscious at times when I had to cook something for them. Of course, I was blessed, because, both of them were completely non-judgmental and totally supportive.

We bonded over books, shopping, baking, cooking, drinks, drives, gossip - EVERYTHING!

Leaving Delhi, so soon was tough. These two made me a better person. Every day, there was something to look forward to. Impulsive chai meet-ups. They both made awesome chai - loads of ginger and extra dollops of sugar for me ;).

Life really was blissful. Now am back here, trying to embrace everything all over again, and needless to say, it's difficult, because, suddenly am so lonely. Social media has made the world smaller, has opened more channels of communication, but nothing beats being there with your friend physically and enjoying the moment than clicking pics and posting on FB and Whatsapp!

Somewhere, deep inside, secretly, am praying to be re-located to that city ;)

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