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The plus-side of girl -power :)

Over the years I realized the power of girl friends.Connecting over coffee, movie, a night-out or a just -for -kicks get together , always peps you up. Especially if you are connecting with childhood friends, with whom you share memories of the time when you were young , reckless and foolish :)
In a week that saw mood swings and temper tantrums , the evening out with Mohua, Mimi, Tuntun and Nandini was a perfect balm and an ideal escapade from all that I wanted to leave and run. Nandini  always has loads of stories that's entertaining - Mohua is the quiet one- Mimi the sober one , while me and Tuntun are the naughty ones ! Cafe 23 was a nice place to be - just us and the attention of the patron !
I deviated from my point, really - what I feel these days is that it is good to reconnect - now that all of us are around the half century mark - done with a lot of life , we value each other- the friendship, the camaraderie, the shared life-skills and the problems that often gets dissolved in the laughter and gossips.
It's a different thing when I go out with Bhaskar and socialize- it's fun, definitely, but I prefer the girlfriend bonding better, more easy and soothing for my tired soul. Sometimes its good to have fun with no obligation, no strings attached and be together just because you want to be ....
Do I sound like one of the Power--puff girls? Believe me, I just don't care - To girl power till we turn 80 :) Hip-hip-Hurray !!!!

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  1. Superb and I resonate with every word. Although I never really had such a group to hang out with since I was a little girl, I do have very dear girlfriends, here and there, who do not know each other, they all know me and I know them and each time we meet, it is a beautiful reunion! :) So, I can relate! here's to girl power!! I do hope we'll meet someday and if you ever come to the United States, you must let me know and keep me in your plans! I'll take very good care of you!! :) Love you with big warm hugs!

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    1. Thanks for the invite - hope to take you up on that someday ! Why not come to Kolkata? And Amen to that !

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