Under the Mallaguri bridge,we met.I saw Lincoln School's bus dropping her. When was riding my "Atlas". She saw me when I was carefully watching her "Hey, Hamid" Shaking with her beautiful hand I replied, "Hello",How are you Bene? "FN9" "Tum kis school main padte hoon?" Lowering myself I showed her my pocket stitched Monogram. Too strenghten my conversation, I delibratey asked, You Which school? "Lincoln. " "Oooo.. That's Good" "Hamid, tum to badal gaye hoo?" I said, "Bene u may not know but Main tumhe pehle bhi pyaar karta tha aur abhi bhi karta hoon". She smiling looked at me. Perhaps with no words. "Tumko kyon lagta haan I have changed" (With her usual lovely accent, she replied) Like You rarely talked with me during our schooldays but tum aajkal jyada baat chit karte hoo. You became tall.Tumhara face change hogya but tumhara baat chit karnay ka tariqa nhi badla. "Arrey yaar, it is only my beard had grown that it.Since, Ramadhan passed so I look loose. " "Tum abhi bhi waise hii paradhi karte hoon" "Tumhe kya lagta" 3min walking talk we reacher her destination...(Contd......)
