It’s the eve of the Kutch Kutch reunion.
Kutch Kutch MMXI, to be exact.

Kutch kutch in Hindi translates somewhere along the lines of “chatter”. Total slang, and completely accurate. It’s nearly phonetic, kutch kutch, kutching, the sound of girls clicking tongues, getting deep into the nuances of relationships, dissecting the small details that make up the big experiences that coalesce into the years that make up our lives.

For over 25 years, I have been kutch kutching with my two best girl friends. We were given the name “kutch kutch girls” in 1993 by my best friends’ mom. An honor, really.

Every year, come heavy workloads, credit card debt, deaths in the family, moving houses, no matter what, we do a kk reunion. We pay for each others flights. We rearrange our schedules. We defend the week (or 4 days, 6 days, 8 days) like a mama bear of her cubs. Eight years ago, the three of us decided that if we didn’t make it a non-negotiable commitment, then our relationship would continually be pushed off until life was more convenient. Or worse, we’d see each other without the third of our essential triangle. And for the eight years since, we’ve met at in Montpelier, VT, at one of the kutches homes. Sadly, but albeit unrepentently, we kick her husband out for the week. And we kutch. We heal. We dig deep. We feed our souls a juice of love, perspective, community and strength (and we visit an astrologer – actually, she now visits us – just for good measure). And that juice lasts just about one year to the day. And that next year, the kk reunion comes just in time.

This year, it’s a bad time. We’re selling our home (one bedroom coop in Adams Morgan, anyone?), business is crazy, my husband has a new job, I have many out of state weddings coming up. So I’ll bring my laptop and work remotely. I’ll do what I have to do to be next to these ladies, to drink in their strength and give them some of my energy.

Last night I had a dream that I was packing for the KK reunion. And I don’t think ever in my life have I been EXCITED in a dream. But I was Psyched. Like I had won the lottery. And then I woke up and felt like I really had won the lottery, because, after all, my dream came true.

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