The phone rang and I rushed to pick it up.
“Hello” said the caller.
“Hey Sheetal, how are you? How was the reunion ? “
“Amazing”
“Howz everyone?Radha,Sailu,Smita,Priya ,Sonali,Vijay,Rohan….?”I just spoke up as many names as I could remember from my batch in a breath.
Sheetal was among the few friends I was in touch with since I moved to US.She almost called me every week From India giving me all the updates she had from her so called”links”.
Sheetal had just returned from a reunion organized for my graduate class.
“Oh,everyone is doing great.
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She was stooped over the newspaper sipping her morning tea, when she let a loud whoop of delight. The about to poop pigeon look startled and made a crashing exit from the balcony, leaving behind a dozen feathers as keepsake. The floating feathers found their way to Suvo’s tea. Oops you got free garnishing and gave him her toothiest smile. Riya had read somewhere that a smile is a curve that sets everything straight. It didn’t work this time.
Deep within the hard shell of bones, amidst the million cells, hiding in some imaginary compartment, some memories sleep cozily. Years and years of grey cells may have accumulated onto them, forming cobwebs of memories all over again and yet, these lie intact.
As a child you tend to have quite a lot of dreams.
