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Who's the NEW girl!

I've blogged and gloated about the new entry in my life for almost a year now. New entries have that effect on you I guess. But, 10 years back there was another new entry in my life: don't be scandalised- it was no baby- just a lady. Ok again, don't raise your eyebrows, I'm just referring to the time when most TamBrahms would have labeled me the "kodumakaara Naathanaar" or as you would call it in English "the Sister-in-law".Men are from Mars and women from Venus? More like she was from Mercury and me from Pluto. What could we have agreed on? Not much....

1. She said "Hugs are beautiful." I said "Uhm... I can't hug."
2. She said "Let's party till 4 AM." I was always indoors before dinner time.
3. She said "Let's practice that step again." I wondered "WHY????" and still do!
4. "Here's your gift for Pongal." she said. And suddenly I realised how my brother had cheated me of all my Pongal gifts ALL these years!
5. She was the "good" girl, me- the absent-minded member of the house.
6. "I like peach." "I prefer dark blue."
7. Over our middle-of-the-night gossip sessions: She'd say "She is a nice person. Had a good chat with her." And I'd say "Nice person, but I kinda switched off after 5 minutes- she was ranting too much no?!"
8. "Coffee and ice-cream? bluahhh No Way!" "Coffee, ice-cream, chips... whatta meal! Yummmm"
9. "I hate Bangalore" "I love Bangalore"
10. "Sahana is creating a mess with those paints" "Wow. Look she draws so well..."
11. "Chennai Super Kings it is!" "Go man- Royal Challenger Bangalore any day!"

We haven't and won't ever agree on most things in life but Dear Poornima Sankar, over the years I have seen things differently cos of something you said or did. I've learnt to be extravagant with love, words and gifts. If I have stamina to perform at a recital, it's because you made me practice over and over again. We've gossiped over tea, continued until dinner and kicked your husband outta the room to continue the session until 5 AM. When I've been down, you were probably the only person who knew. You were also probably the only person who knew when I got a new haircut ;) In the weirdest of ways, you remain my anchor when you say "That's life. Don't bother- just play along."

There's one we agree on though.....Uhm.....Uhm....Nope- can't think of one! ;) Cheers you guys- Happy 10 years!

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