This morning I bumped into an old friend. And with him a whole string of memories. But most of all I keep remembering fragments of our conversations.
He: You look just like a kitten. I’d expect you to start purring any moment now
She: Go away
He: Now now, stop hissing
He: How about a walk in the rain?
She: only if you buy me plain tea from Raheemas
He: Only if you tell me one of your nonsensical stories
She: Mata baaaa
He: (at the waiter) Boss, can we have it in a purple tea cup?
She: You know me too well
He: I know too well the consequences if you don’t get your silly tea cup
She: How far can we walk?
He: As far as you want
She: What if your father sees?
He: He won’t mind, he likes you
She: But I don’t like him
He: Not many people do
She: I’m not scared of him though
He: Of course not brave little girl
He: Come study with me
She: I want to fail
He: You won’t. Not if I can help it.
She: I’m going to skip the next class. Cover for me if I get into trouble?
He: No I wont. Stay.
She: I’ll give you biscuit pudding
He: Ok done.
She: I’ll be so bored during the holidays
He: You’ll just miss the plain tea
He: Dont worry. I’ll give you lots of books to read
He: You have really nice hair
She: I’m going to chop it all off
She: Wait and see, next semester I’ll be bald
He: But I’m sure you’ll still be pretty
He: My mother would just love you
She: So can I come visit you then?
She: Next time you go back home can I come with you?
He: Come. But I go by bus.
She: I don’t think the librarian likes me
He: She might if you stop talking so much
Today, 8 years later.
He: Oh my god…
(Awkward pause. He leans over to kiss and decides against it)
She: Hi. So…congratulations.
(Small talk. Blah blah blah…)
He: It was good to see you
She: And you.
Funny and rather sad how you lose touch with people who were so much a part of you and what you have ultimately become.