Can It Be True?

Today I read somewhere that you think of someone you’ll hear from them. Later without my knowledge, I started thinking of Usha.

Why am I still thinking of her? It’s more than a decade. We’re not in touch, strange in the times of communication revolution.

Doorbell rings. It’s my driver. I am going to judge a dance competition. I meet my co-judge even she reminded me of Usha, or wait, it is Usha.