At the Goa airport a few years ago, I met Mrs.D from my old neighbourhood.
This was a chance meeting after several years.
On seeing her, I broke into a deft sprint.
Excited I was, seeing someone I once knew so well. Or so I thought.
Humble pie around the corner. She did not even remember me. Drat!
She stared at me.
I uhhmmd & aaahhd to handle the embarassment.
She struggled to remember who the heck I was. Enthu bunny in her path.
Last resort. I fell to name-dropping.
“Do you remember my father? My brother? I am…”
“Ahhhh yes, yes…I remember them…n-o-w-w-w…I remember y-o-u-u-u.”
What a relief, she had finally remembered.
Then the mother of all questions from her to me, “Are you settled?”
I replied – “Yes, I am settled…just not married !”
Her face expressed shock at this most unexpected & abnormal reply.
I go away happy.
That settled everything for me.
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