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?”
“You!?…I…”
“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!”
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