When I was younger I’d take my camera and just walk the streets of the city alone. One day I saw police gathering around. Thinking that I could take some interesting shots at where they were headed, I followed them. After a while I realized there were another girl following them. We said hi and I asked her what she was doing. She said she saw the police and thought they were up to something, so she followed them. Lol.

The police, unlike usual, ended up not doing anything remotely interesting, so we headed to a tea house, spent about 3 hours talking. We talked about pretty much anything knowing that we would never see each other again. It was kinda weird but really liberating to talk to someone when you don’t really care what they think of you. We talked about life, universe, art, music, families, anything and everything. The weird thing is she was a lot like me. And I don’t meet a lot of people who are so similar to me. Even physically, she looked like a whiter version of me, and she dressed like how I would dress if I wasn’t broke. We had the same taste in music and all. I only had money for two cups of tea and busfare, so after our teas we said goodbye, parted and I never saw her again.

I didn’t ask for a contact number and she didn’t either. I knew, and she knew, the “charm” of these three hours depended on the fact that it was never to happen again. But I know that I knew her better than anyone in her life, just like she knew me. For three hours only.

Probably the most interesting conversation I will ever have