A Familiar Stranger

It was a moment with a pregnant pause.

Her eyes met mine. My eyes met her. We had seen each other a hundred times or so. Yet we feigned ignorance like first time strangers. 

It did surprise me that we didn't talk to each other when it was time to cross the bridge. But it was exactly what we do everyday. 

We were known strangers. We continued to treat each other like a Familiar Stranger.

A Familiar Stranger

P.S. Do you know one such familiar stranger?

P.S.2. Also read Cellar Heights.

A Familiar Stranger A Familiar Stranger Reviewed by Vyankatesh on Sunday, May 05, 2013 Rating: 5

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