Is that her? Yes, it is! My Sujata! As beautiful as she was 50 years ago, despite the wrinkles and the silver in the hair. If only I had asked her then. Could we be friends now? Someone to talk to. Share the empty hours with. Will she remember me?
“Hello, Sujata. Remember me?”
“Can I ever forget you, Sanjeev?”
“50 years and still as shy! We aren’t getting any younger, Sanjeev. And I’ve to get off at the next stop.”
“Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me?”
“Always a gentleman! Of course, yes!”