Saw my best friend.
In a market, after eight years, they crossed each other. In that crowd she didn’t notice him. It was then her six years old daughter who saw him and at once pulled her momma's sari and claimed, "Momma, he looks like the same guy in your college album, your best friend." She looked down to her child and asked politely, “What is it my dear?” “Momma,” said her excited daughter pointing towards the flower shop, “Over there, that uncle, your best friend!” ...