Do you remember? I suppose you do not. May I refresh your memory? A Little bit. Remember the time we chatted? Of Books, Dreams and Magic. Youth got the better of us, didn’t it? We were young (and may be we still are) and thought we could do anything. I do not know what happened after we met. I still wonder why things happened the way they did. It was raining. I remember us getting wet. You entering a pet store in Bandra. The rain lashing it’s beauty. We were soaked and the umbrella did not help. Do you remember? You came from the Twin Cities only to meet me or so I would like it to be and then we disappeared. We grew-up I think.