Strangers
One fine Sunday morning.
I’m walking.
You’re walking.
As we reach the lane where the two of us will meet, your shoulder bumped into mine.
I glanced. You glanced.
It was like a movie scene.
I smiled. You smiled.
It was the perfect timing.
But alas!
Nobody had the courage to say hi, or ask for the other person’s name.
And then we both walked away...
Strangers.
There are reasons why they will, or will not meet.
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