We were
chatting by a roadside stall when someone behind me called out - “Vikram”. I turned
around to see a girl approaching a guy 6 feet tall, fair complexioned and a
little stout. He was not the Vikram I had turned to look at. There has been no
inkling between this name and me for years but still it stirred something deep
inside me. Everytime I heard the name called out, every time I read the name
somewhere, memories would flash like torchlight. I sometimes wonder if he still
occupies that special place in my heart like he once did.
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