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When you are a true friend, distance does not matter.

Greetings from Pondicherry!

I type this a little distance away from the Aurobindo Ashram. It felt wonderful to walk the streets of Pondicherry again. The quaint street names in French, the JN street which is a shopper's paradise, the houses with even numbers on one row and odd on the other, the tonnes of people who are Indians, yet speak French as their first language, the humid weather, the unique Gendarmes---all of it brought back nostalgia and a train of memories.

Tomorrow I will explore Pondicherry a bit more, after spending time with my friend. This morning when I arrived, I told her that to me, her home felt like my every own. It is rarely in other people's homes that one feels so at ease. She told me that it was the same for her, when she visited my Home in Bangalore.

I feel fortunate to have such friendships. Close friendships so enhance the quality of our lives, making us happy, serene secure.

I also attended a one-on-one Yoga session today. It was terrific. For years now I have practised yoga buy have never done a head-stand. But today the instructor made me do it! It was wonderful.

A day usefully spent, rejuvenating, recharging and simply being.
I am content and I am grateful.

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Ps; Grab my books!--they are mostly on love and friendship

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  1. enjoy ur tour preeti mam so that u can bounce back with a new energy have fun there!!!!!!!!

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  2. good going!! keep ur spirits high!

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