Maybe it’s just that life unfolds in patterns.
And that the people who are better and more intuitive at pattern recognition go through more of “heck… I’ve been here, done this, before..”.
Oh, and to the lady who was wearing a black-and-white cotton salwar-kameez and on her Scooty at the Silk Board junction today… WERE you my long-lost pal Shakti? Well, whoever you were, just one look at you unlocked a cupboardful of memories. And resulted in half-a-dozen phonecalls to long-forgotten friends. Thanks!
PS: Ha-a-ve you listened to this song called Zindagi by this band called Friday The Thirteenth? I have. Thirty times yesterday.
Man, I really need to visit Planet M. Either that or NITK’s LAN.