A meeting with a blogger friend, correction two!

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A well planned city, a lovely day, laughter and good hearted chatter for company. With people you have met for the first time but feel you know so well.

A wholesome lunch in the Punjabi tradition of ‘the guest must not lack for anything’.

A visit to the city’s beautiful lake side and the chance to quickly through snippets bring each other up to date on one’s life and plans.

A very upset young boy with strangers who are intruding on his time with Dad.

A young girl who doesn’t know what to make of a woman who is mom’s friend but behaves more her age.

Two husbands, amused participants to their wives latest crazy plan.

A meeting that ended too soon. A friendship I am hoping will survive and thrive.

Comments

Mampi said…
Amen to your hope !!!
3:45 pm, August 07, 2008
rayshma said…
amen to that! :)
it sure is wonderful to meet ppl for the first time but feel like u've known each other forever! :)
7:32 pm, August 07, 2008
Roop Rai said…
oh i soooooo knew that was mampi!!! :))))) i wanna be there toooo :(
4:41 am, August 08, 2008
Keshi said…
wow lucky u!

Keshi.
1:05 pm, August 08, 2008
Parry said…
Strange feeling getting back to a city redolent with longings. With some fulfilled and some that never will be.
2:56 pm, August 08, 2008
Pinku said…
Hey Mampi...its so right that you should be the first one to comment on this one... :)

Hey rayshma,

yes it was very nice...and I know u felt something similar not so long ago. infact i kept praying that my meeting turns out as delightful as yours.
3:42 pm, August 08, 2008
Pinku said…
hey roop, whats stopping u girl hop over anytime ....will pick u at the delhi airport and we can drive down to chandigarh together. :)
3:43 pm, August 08, 2008
Pinku said…
hey! Keshi...yes we were lucky indeed...am hoping to meet up with u too someday...
3:44 pm, August 08, 2008
Pinku said…
@ Parjanya...longings...sadly enough some always remain unfulfilled dont they?
3:44 pm, August 08, 2008
Mana said…
Mampi??

Lucky you :)
11:20 pm, August 09, 2008
Pinku said…
hey Manasa,

yeah it was her and her blogger daughter too...we had a lovely time..
10:56 am, August 11, 2008
Cynic in Wonderland said…
its either get along like a house on fire or absolutely have nothing to say. glad it was the former
12:56 pm, August 11, 2008
Anonymous said…
Beautiful picture of yours with your friend and her family- M,M & R,J, facing Sukhna Lake.
And of a young shy boy Jaiteg.

May your friendship live long!

Dhindsa
6:03 pm, August 11, 2008
Pinku said…
Dear Dhindsa,

have heard so much about you that am in awe of you already. Would love to meet the lady who makes up the hit trio of bloggers in the same family. :)

Thanks for your wishes, with your blessings am sure we will succeed.
11:43 am, August 12, 2008
Anonymous said…
Dear Pinku,

Thanks for compliments.

God Bless you!

Dhindsa
6:03 pm, August 12, 2008
Unknown said…
What a lovely post - thats the wonder of blogging - when we meet each other we already know so much of each other that even silences are companionable.
3:40 pm, August 31, 2008
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