She walked in from behind the bookrack just as I tipped Bhyrappa's 'Vamshavraksha', as if tilting the book had opened a mysterious vault from whence she came. We shuffled apologetically past each other, as is customary in the cramped, musty aisles of Premier bookstore. Years later, we would return, and pretend to be strangers again, but we were not
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