Of friends and being thankful

Night before last was bad. Sleep came in small little intervals. Added to that I had a physiotherapy appointment early morning, so could not sleep in a little longer. End result – a super tired me during the work day. To the extent that I could not keep my eyes from closing as I sat, pretending to work.

Tired, cranky, sleepy, around 4:30 in the evening, I pinged D asking him if we could go home. He had some important meeting to go to and so I was asked to wait.

As I sat resigned but sulking, in walked a friend B. He took one look at me and told me I should go home and catch some sleep. Which meant I got full permission to rant at the injustice of it all. A few minutes in to the rant B asked me to pack up my stuff. Said he would be down in 5 mins with his keys and would drop me home since my place is on route to his.

I quickly wrote to D that I was leaving, picked up my bag and off we went. Soon after I got home, I was fast asleep.

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A little someone I love to call ‘the brat’ keeps talking about Rasam and how she had some good one, but never gives me the recipe since according to her she makes real awful Rasam. I happen to meet a work friend of mine, R, two days back. Discussion moved to food so I asked him if he knew how to make Rasam. His first words were, ‘Amma’s masala’. I pulled a face at this, since there is no way my Amma is making any Rasam masala for me (she does not know how after all).

Today, I have a container full of Rasam on my desk. When I tried thanking him, he brushed it off by saying, it was nothing and that he outsourced it to his wife so that I could get the best Rasam anyways.

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Now I sit looking at the watch. Can’t wait to get home, heat up the Rasam as instructed, make hot rice and eat it all. But till then I will be thankful for the friends I have, who do and mean so much by their little acts of caring.