It's been hectic, I've been swamped, and I'm dead beat from all the Christmas baking but I need a breather. Hello Blog! Did you miss me too?

So anyway, I just realised how important the letter K has been to me. I seem to be drawn to or connecting with people whose names start with K. Let me explain... like you have a choice ;-)

My best friend, who is also one of my oldest friends is a K.

Through blogging, I've met 3 Ks that I absolutely love and adore; two of whom have become family to me. One, I have yet to meet in person, but I already feel like we are soul sisters.

There is another K who encourages me with my baking. A gourmet and professional in the food business himself, he literally drives out of his way to buy my cakes and desserts. He also recommends me to other people, and no I don't give him any freebies. He actually likes my stuff!

K is also the name of a taxi driver I use sometimes to travel around the city, when I cannot take a bus or a train. I met him the day I was leaving for my trip to Kerala, in July. It was pouring cats and dogs and the fancy airconditioned radio cab that I'd booked the night before, ditched me. The security guard at my building managed to get me another cab, but he ran away before I could go downstairs with my luggage.

So there I was standing in the middle of the road, getting drenched in the rain and not a cab in sight. Then Cabbie K came along, helped me with my luggage, stubbed out the incense burning in his cab upon my request (I'm allergic), and made sure I caught my flight on time. I stored his number in my cell phone and have used him ever since. He even runs small errands for me sometimes and delivers my cakes when people cannot pick them up. Of course I pay him for this, but he always goes out of his way to help.

Finally, the reason that prompted me to write this post. Today I heard from another K after ages. An old friend from another era. He tracked me down on FB and sent a friend request, followed by a message titled "I finally found you." I was tickled to bits! K and I used to be colleagues at this boring, dreary old place, but we got along like a proverbial house on fire and became buddies.

Then I changed jobs, and a while later cities... but we'd still talk once in a while. But then there was a long gap and now it feels good to reconnect after all this time. It was the way he signed off in his message that actually "inspired" the title to the post and set me thinking about the importance of the letter K in my life.

I wonder if there will be any more? More importantly, I wonder if I have left anyone out? Ooops...

For all of you non-Ks out there, stop seething! I love you too... I do... I do...

P.S. While typing this, I also realised that when it comes to love, it's been the letter J for me... well more or less. My first love, two other loves in between, and my last love have all been Js! My brother is also a J, so I guess J equals love in my life. And K equals friendship, hmmm....