Did I not imagine this? Sitting in a cafe, reminiscing the past, the ice-cream sticked boat and that flying blackboard duster. Age has caught up with us, but not fast enough. There's still future to look forward to.
How comfortable and beautiful it is that old friendship exists in the subconscious mind, in the unspoken words, in the memory.
Only to be rekindled 12 years later, in a cafe on a cool drizzling noon.
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