It was so akward, destiny - chance & what not! ..was playing. An old paper -torn & lifeless perched on the table, a buzz & sweet memories of yellow lilies all haunted me at once- I stopped breathing I think, before I could reply ....to being called Rohi... Who is it?
Up 4 a guess game ?
Duno mind.. I wish I never had to play that. My obvious guess and best guess would belittle me infront of Sandy. She had been a real sport all way from the yellow lilies to pink trumpet creepers to red roses.

The entire past flashed right there, before I could key Is it Anji!!!
She stayed right across the street, I think I was in my Senior Year then. I had spent days wondering what talking to her would be watching quietly through the eyehole. The glossy lips, the dark brown flowing hair, the tanned complexion -- all in one sneek out of her door and disappear from the wide angel of my key hole.
I wished if something could be common ......
buzz the yellow lillies ...red roses...it all blurred Yes Dear, Still you can sense when I am there!..how odd