The next morning, I left for work. The air was crisp, and the streets were busy. An auto-rickshaw approached, and I raised my hand, hoping it would stop. It didn't.
Shrugging it off, I continued walking. As I did, I saw a familiar face—a long-lost friend.
"Where have you been all these years?" I asked, excitement evident in my voice.
We exchanged pleasantries, reminiscing about old times, but soon, the conversation turned serious.