Dear Diary: This post needs to be made public

I'm a bad blogger. I shy away from so much as sharing my own articles. I don't think I write well and no amount of telling me that I'm semi decent helps. Richa refuses to believe it. (The semi decent bit)

When I first spoke to her she was in the middle of a UBC  and her consistency in writing shocked me. (No, not surprised, shocked)  That's how Richa happened. And when I say "Happened" I mean it. I met her though a mutual friend even before which I was following her on twitter or she was following me or something on those lines. "The best friendships are those of whose beginnings you cannot remember"  

So yes, some tweeting later, some random ranting and a group happened. I met Richa on the phone as well! We talked almost obsessively. This group was the reason many of us thought were going to get fired from our jobs. (Yes, If I got fired, it would totally be the groups fault and nothing to do with my inefficiency). So she happened on twitter, Whatsapp, Facebook and then last week she happened in person!

I know, I come out sounding like a fan-girl (I am). But my first post in January is thanks to Write Tribe and Richa! She got me hooked on to the group; I kept reading posts from the group, but wasn't really a visible member (A thing that must now be corrected). She takes personal responsibility of making me a consistent blogger.

Back to the story; One happy occasion last week and I landed in Lucknow for my best friends wedding.  When I made plans about going for the wedding in August(?), I definitely had no idea I'd be meeting Richa. but in my brief stay in Lucknow, I met her; twice. It was a very weird moment. I say weird because honestly I was expecting to go completely berserk, but  surprisingly as I sat there with her, it felt so normal. It felt, (at least for me) like I did this with her every other weekend. I sat there discussing books and blogs and pretty much everything under the sun without the slightest thought that 2 days from then, and for god knows how long I wouldn't meet her again. It's amazing that there was no awkward silence, no "how do we take this conversation forward".

Yes, I know this sounds like a very dear diary type post; because it is. I wrote it without any intention of publishing it, like a 100 other posts. But I decided to draw up the courage and post this one. 

I'll tell you what's amazing about this encounter, it restores my faith in the fact that somehow, somewhere being as connected as we are, we'll come face to face. Meet. It fills me with a surprising amount of calm. It tells me that if I try hard enough and commit to investing in friends and friendships, I will definitely not be disappointed. 

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I don't always write testimonials, but when I do, I  write about people who touch my life to make it better

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Photo evidence :P