We, people of our age, have our own stories. There is a bucket list that we talk about every time. We love the movie too. A cycle to die for. Leh in July. Big, big dreams! Tuesdays with Morrie, exchanging movies, music and books.

Someday we will meet again. Our coffee (under the trees) will be hot... just like the momos in the hut. The city we love will bear with our spontaneity and who knows which lane, park, bookshop, restaurant, mall we'll end up visiting, which fountain we'll end up running through. Or maybe just sit on a compound wall and talk about all that is dear to us. That day the weather will be *wheee*

There are very few people who can get me to part with chocolate. That bar of Snickers gave me a friendship for life.