World is small

Midsummer Day in Finland. Everything is closed except a pizza place. Inside it two guys working for the same firm waiting for their pizzas.

Hey what is your base branch in India?

Umm, Bangalore.

Mine as well. Where is your office there?

I don’t know now. What about you?

Me neither.

Which part of India are you from?

I am from ‘XYZ’ state. Where you from?

Me from the same state and what city did you tell in that state?

My hometown was ‘Abc’ city and I was there a long time for my studies.

What school you were in?

‘This’ school.

No way! I studied in the same school till class 6th, then dad got transferred and I had to move out.

They both start remembering the streets and neighborhoods of that city.

Hey where was your home then?

It was the yellow house on the street which was across the statue of Bhagat Singh.

And is your father a doctor?

Yeah he was! How do you know?

I know. I lived in the house next to your backyard.

The house next to Mr. Kumar?

Exactly!

They both are agape.

And you know your dad operated on my sister when was 2 years old and had cut her forehead. We still talk about your father. It is a family anecdote. My mother was good friends with your mother. That was 1983.


We moved from that place in 1984.

Yeah we also moved from that neighborhood very soon. I don’t remember your face but only remember you were three siblings.

So it means we are meeting after 22 years and that too in a different country.

Yeah we are. I was seven years old then. …………..
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That was my sister.

World is indeed small.