Not just cappuchino n hazelnut coffee

I am just back from meeting Sanguine. Finally.

And what a babe! She rocks!

I began reading her blog when she stopped writing. And kept hoping she would start again. Yes, I am that much into people's lives and want to know more even about people I have never met. Stalker types?

Well, Sanguine got back to blogging and I was thrilled to get back to trespassing into her life. After some commenting, sport that she is, she kindly sent me an elaborate recipe for mutton biryani. Something I had no plans of making as soon as I read the procedure. But it got us talking and the next thing we realised, we were next door neighbours! Divine intervention, I concluded. Not to be ignored, I also concluded.

Two months passed with planning. And planning to meet.

And today, we painted our nails and made it.

We saw each other and knew who was who.
We are both left handed.
We both wear our watches on the right paw (though I forgot mine in the rushrush)
We both washed our hair before leaving.
We both have hubbies in similar professions.
We both had them legally for the last 4 years, the husbands, that is.
We both thought the same about certain people (that was fun!)
And yes, we both had freshly painted nails and later confessed to have painted them earlier in the day, prompting suspicious husbands to wonder who we were meeting.
And of course, the best part, we both live next to each other.

As the rick sped towards home, I clutched the flowers she got me, and smiled to myself thinking of the nice people I have been meeting of late. As Kahini mentioned in her post sometime back, the thought of a party with all my favourite people, began slowing playing in my mind. Sometime soon...

Thanks, Sanguine. Here's to serious pavement pounding in the mornings and delightful partying in the evenings!