Memory Bytes

Our buses stopped at Park Street junction almost together. Walk down to Loreto College on Middleton Street took ten minutes. A little longer for him, to St.Xaviers. Three years we never spoke a word. Twenty years later in Standard Chartered Bank, a man with salt and pepper hair, looks into my eyes

 "Shipra na?". How did he know my name I asked. Some faces never fade from memory, he replied.