Nisha and I were taking a walk after dinner. Suddenly, Nisha noticed the boy from the beach, Yes, the brat we teased. He was with his parents. His Mom’s face seemed familiar to me. I looked carefully for a moment. Then it struck me that she might be my school friend, Neha, but I wasn’t sure.

She, too, was looking at me, trying to recognize me. Then suddenly, she asked, “Priya?” I asked, “Neha?” We hugged each other and reminisced about our school days. She introduced us to her husband, Danish, and her son, Rahul. Rahul was visibly embarrassed, knowing that I knew his mum.