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Feb 15
I unexpectedly bump into an old friend.
He feigns he doesn't know me.
To stir up memories of the past in us, I whip up curds of nostalgia.
But he won't swallow it.
Feeling let down, I walk away, realising that memories cannot unite disparate lives that have crossed paths by chance.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
95
     Timothy
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