Its evening and everywhere the corners are taken. Groups, couples lounging against them and a familiar chatter paints my background. I risk looking up and see the barman waving at me for more ice. Its best to sneak into the kitchen. The heat is killing me. The ice tray is full, I empty the contents in the box and shield myself from the burst of laughter that rings as I approach the makeshift bar. 'Hey.' .....'Oh My God, My goodness, .....You? All this while ....', a familiar voice asks me the question I have been avoiding for the past so many years. There was silence for that split second.And suddenly voices engulfed me, everywhere I turned they threw the questions. 'Its you, isn't it?' 'Where were you all these years?' 'We thought we'd lost you' 'Are you sure you are not mistaken, she looks different, what do you think?'...