CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY ONE

While I walked, I saw a face, which I had seen a long time ago. It was the assistant of Mr. Arnab Singh. Arnab Singh, the same guy, from whom I had bought that flying surf board that day, three years ago. I still remembered that lady, who brought coffee for me that day, or was it tea? Her face had changed a little. Just when I saw her three years ago, she didn’t look mature. But now, she had that otherworldly aura, which screamed maturity. And truth be told, she was still beautiful like how she was three years ago. 

But I did not know if she still remembered me. I mean, who would remember a person, whom they have met three years ago? That’s not possible, unless the person has a sharp memory. So I walked away, saying nothing. If I asked her, and she still doesn’t remember me, that would be very awkward. So yeah, better prevent that situation from happening. So I just did that. I walked past her. But to my surprise, when I looked at he