:: Strangers ::


It is funny how you can bond so well with total strangers.

You start talking about life as if you were part of each other’s.

And you are, in that moment, you have created it.

Somehow your life stories just matches each other.

Like a puzzle.

And when the conversation is over and both have to leave,

One question comes to mind,

Where have you been all my life?



2 thoughts on “:: Strangers ::

  1. Some of the conversations that I remember are the ones that I have with complete strangers. I remember sitting by the road kerb with street artists, and having lunch in a park with a traveller (me with a cup noodle, and he with plain rice) and so much more. It’s just interesting how much you can share with and learn from strangers when things just click.

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