Week Two of Memory Collection

I am in second week of collecting memories. The week one was exhilarating! And week two had its own charm. Let’s see what all I did this week.
The week started with meeting an old friend. 10 years ago we started our MBA together and here we are now, 2 very different people than what we were 10 years ago. Siddharth at that time was a completely gutsy fellow, not afraid to talk his mind and also to give a piece of his mind to people who needed it ๐Ÿ˜‰
I met him this week and he is a transformed man. A doting father and an extremely mature human being. His rudeness has vanished and what I saw was a down to earth, calm and mature Siddharth. I hated his audacity in college, but today I think his audacity has rubbed off on me and I would not care a damn for anyone who is here to bring me down. I will not sit quiet if injustice is happening in front of me. I will not just sit and brood that things are this way and cannot be changed. I am a gutsy woman today!
This one is for Sid and his audacity ๐Ÿ™‚
To our friendship!
I am waiting for our entire MBA gang to get together now, which will happen sometime in April when Rohini comes from Bangalore and we catch up.
In the course of my writing, I meet many new people sometimes via the internet and sometimes in person. Another such connection which I made through my friend Rohini is the super friendly couple Priyanka and Abhijeet. I have been doing some small writing assignments for Abhijeet and thought of meeting them during my current trip. The highlight of this meet was super yummy butter chicken and manchow soup! Ha! This happens when you come to India after 2 years, food does become a highlight of meetings! ๐Ÿ˜‰
This was before the food came! Post food we were numb with foodgasm ๐Ÿ™‚
I was meeting them for the first time. But I did not have the anxiety of being on my best behaviour or thinking how should I be in front of them. I think I have come a long way today where I do not have to pretend to impress anyone or be super conscious about what others perceive about me. To be frank, Abhijeet and Priyanka made me so comfortable that I forgot that I am meeting them for the first time ๐Ÿ™‚
Having said that – I had an experience where I thought there were 11 judging pair of eyes on me and to be really honest, I was a little scared. Yes, this was the kitty party of my MIL’s friends which took place at our home. I carried watermelon juice in a tray and served everyone, trying to gauge if those eyes out there were judging me or assessing me (I never had any groom seeing sessions, so you can understand how this felt!). But then I realized, these women are here just to get together and laugh their heart out with their friends. Slowly my anxiety dissipated and I was my normal self chatting with them.
I had baked a cake for one of the Aunty’s birthday celebration. It was my first attempt at baking in a pressure cooker and I wasn’t sure how good the cake will turn out. But everyone around liked the cake and that made me really happy.ย 
I baked that! ๐Ÿ™‚
ย What can I say of this group which filled the house with laughter and noise. Coming from US, it was a little difficult for me to digest so much of noise but I liked the energy and camaraderie flowing in the room. These women were pulling each other’s legs, making fun of each other and the most important fact of all – ‘enjoying life’. All of it made me believe – ‘Age is just a number’. When they left, they left a part of their energy back with me.
The noisy gang!
So this was my super fun week two. I am at my mom’s place now hogging on all kinds of fish. There can be no home as cozy as your mom’s for sure.ย 
My week three has some exciting plans. Keep an eye for some good times coming next week ๐Ÿ™‚
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