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A perfect beginning

If I take on from that story of a boy meet girl on that sunset evening, where would it lead to? 
Maybe 5 years down the line and they meet while on transit somewhere, at some airport while boarding their flight? Will they recognize each other? What if they don't? That memory of the magical sunset watered down in the rat-race of life. Keeping the home-life-work balance, chasing targets, trying to find a foothold on the ever slippery time. 
We meet such people in life for a split second , minutes, hours , years and then lose them forever. Maybe we meet them, pass them, feel the familiarity, yet cannot place them. 
Well I never went back to my story did I? What if it happened the other way around ?
They boy and the girl are now a man and a lady, and they are in a queue.
Suddenly their eyes meet- both stare a minute and look the other way and look back again.
The woman recognizes the guy- older, weary but familiar , but did not know how to introduce herself.
And then the guy suddenly has a flash of memory of the sunset evening and smiles!
"It's my lucky day", the lady thought looking at the guy travelling with just his hand baggage - " I can request him to share the excess baggage ! Oh I hope he will !" 
He broke the line and came over - to introduce himself finally ! 
And she introduces herself with a tagline ! 
And does he refuse?
No, of course !
He shares her excess baggage and she buys him a coffee !
I wish life was as simple as this always!
Or  as corny!
And in a world full of turmoil it would be such a perfect beginning .......

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  1. Piyali Ganguly20 November 2015 at 10:03

    Beautiful! Truly beautiful! I'll just go ahead and share it, because it is so worth it! I feel this deep feeling inside as I read it with a warm smile lighting up my face. :) Love you! Love your writing! :)

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