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A Saturday journey (blog marathon post 11)

 When I left Mumbai today it was raining. We had to wait for at least 20 minutes to get clearance to take off. I couldn't see anything outside from my airplane window, as there were rains lashing. Flight was slightly delayed.

Then I landed in Bangalore. My very cute driver picked me up ;) :)
Here is a picture:


A photo posted by Preeti Shenoy (@preeti.shenoy) on


While I felt a little sad to leave Mumbai (it used to be home, many years ago), I was happy to be back in Bangalore. This was my view.




I have lived in so many cities now, and I have good friends in all of them. 

Friendship is indeed one of life's greatest blessings. Wrong friends can plummet you down into places where you never thought you would go. The right ones can do that too! But they don't plummet you, they elevate you. Choose your friends wisely.  You can change the course of your life, associating with genuine  folks who understand your dreams.

I am exhausted after a long journey now. Tomorrow!
Till then, keep that smile. You look better when you smile.






Comments

  1. 😊😊😊

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  2. Preeti,
    I can't see the first pic.

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    1. Hi Bimal--I guess it takes a few seconds to load. It is embedded from instagram. Just refresh over a fast connection and you should be able to see it. If not it's on my instagram feed (preeti.shenoy is my insta id)

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  3. Mumbai gets a lot of rains. Waiting for
    monsoons to come to Delhi.

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  4. Preeti,

    The first picture did not load. Could not find that in your instagram too.

    Lovely article.

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  5. Nice post Mam..:) Waiting for your next post..

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  6. Nice post Mam..:) Waiting for your next post..

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  7. 'Friendship is indeed one of life's greatest blessings.'

    Totally agree with the statement.

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  8. Home is where the heart is

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  9. Home is where the heart is

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  10. Nothing like coming home to home sweet home. No matter where we will travel, at the end of the day, home is home :-) Friendship is indeed one of life's greatest blessings - A very nice thought and extremely true. Thanks for sharing...

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  11. Bad.. Obedient Son not driver..!!! And his Wordpress blogs are too cool, jst like weather in Bangalore..!!

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