You know a friendship has gone far past its origin when you meet a “blogging” friend and talk about everything but the blog and your common bloggy acquaintances. So the host of my blog, Lavanya (look up at the url if you don’t know what I mean) moved back to India after a decade of living in the UK and it was rather fitting that mine was the first face she saw when she landed in India, her only flight option being Delhi with a connector to Madras the next day!
I had threatened her with marigold garlands and full band baaja reception which might explain the nervous look on her face as she turned the corner and pushed her trolley into the arrivals reception. And there, right next to her was her daughter, the tiny little Mint. Of course I hadn’t brought any garlands but I forgot my manners as I rushed for the Mint. And then 2 seconds away from her a bell went off in my head – poor firang returned kid lands in India and is accosted by absolute stranger aunty who wants to hug her, pinch her cheeks and basically make her rue the day her mother started blogging. So I stopped and hesitantly put my arms out to her, steeling myself for rejection. And then she blinked from under her hair falling over her face, trustingly put her arms out and I picked her up. All while her mother and brother watched in silence. After which I bothered to greet them.
They spent the day at our place and it was like a sister coming home. Mostly because I didn’t bother with who was where. The kids were all over the place. P found more books in the Brat’s room than he knew what to do with and was very busy. He is also my son in law to be but he doesn’t know it just yet. The Brat and the Bean fell in love with their new friends and are now eagerly awaiting our next Madras trip and I don’t have the heart to tell them that it’s going to be a crazy rush since it’s my first cousin’s wedding and we’re involved in every way possible.
Anyhow, this post had to be written because of the last post I wrote on NRI kids and parents who drive me nuts. Well, this is the other side. Deej neither bothered with the kids, nor they with her. There was no – oh my God, that is a sharp table corner, oh my God, the stairs have no baby gate, oh my God the kids need special food and Holy Water business.
And then a few days later the other person I was dying to meet arrived with her babies in tow- Nat! She made the trip to Delhi specially to see me and the Taj (not necessarily in that order!). I have no idea how Nat and I connected, neither can I pinpoint when the friendship became one that was important to us. Beyond the whole lets-have-a-blog-meet. Again, the doorbell rang, I opened it, squealed when I saw her and then one minute there were kids, the next minute there were none. I’d held that carrot out for the kids all day – If you do this, you can play with Nosh and Reh, if you don’t do that you won’t get to play with Nosh and Reh. Within minutes they were best of friends and there was no fussing over what was offered to eat or drink or safety measures and I realised where we’d connected. Friendly, fuss free, fun kids whom I enjoyed meeting. Clearly we’ve all read the same bad mother’s handbook!
I am now more confident that my neglected, carelessly brought up nephew will enjoy his India trip and not bawl his way through a couple of months!
The reason why these were such eagerly awaited meetings is because I couldn’t envision a situation when we’d all get to meet. Different countries, visiting different parts of India – no connection with Delhi. And then as luck would have it, both arrived. And now, I want to meet Tharini and Altoid (although we don’t want her to know that and feel flattered) really badly after which my life will be complete.
So which blogger friend are you dying to meet? And which ones have you met and completed your circle of joy?