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  • I went to see "Pina" on Christmas Eve with a few of my friends. There, I met Prutha. It was freezing and the wind was hitting our faces. We walked briskly. And got talking.

    She asked me where I was from.

    "Bombay. And you?"

    "Bombay too. Santacruz East."

    "No way, I live there too. Very close to the train station. Before the highway."

    "I was closer to the Military camp. Patel society. It was after the highway."

    "Oh yes. I remember. Vakola, right? I went to school there."

    "Don't tell me you went to St. Charles?"

    "OhmyfuckingGod. You know about St Charles? It is such a small and insignificant little school. No one has heard of it in Bombay. How do you.. Did you.."

    "I went to St. Charles too!! Oh Wow, Wow Wow."

    We talk for another ten minutes.
    We part ways. A little warmer.
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