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On the bus today I met a lady in her late thirties. She seemed to be a tourist like me but a new one. Well I was almost 4 weeks old in the city and had began to know it well now. She had got into the bus with her parents. I noticed her mother was barely able to stand and I offered her my seat. That is how we got talking. She asked me for some directions along with few recommendations on nearby hotels for dinner. After which she told me "You should write about this city. You seem to know it so well. "
The wanderer in me smiled for a moment before asking about her visit. She told me her parents had met in this city 50 years ago as students. And as they were going to celebrate their 50th anniversary they had come here again to rekindle some old memories. As she shared their story with me I felt it is so truly said , "Some places no longer remain places. They become memories never ever to leave your heart. " I turned around to get down at my stop just to see them gazing into each other's eyes lovingly as they saw familiar things around. I could see them as a young couple somewhere in those streets falling in love all over again. Love never dies. It is we who do.