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We were good friends.
I was 20 and she was above 30.
We used to spend a lot of time together.
Watching tv, listening radio, cooking, eating... going to the pool.
There was no mobile phones, no internet.
Sources of knowledge were limited to news papers, magazines, tv and radio.
Our world was so small and bound. tiny little simple world.
We were in a village... surrounded by other villages.
Travelling and going out were not in our life. once in a while... or once in a blue moon.

We are close relatives. It was long before, two young ladies does not used to keep privacy.
I imagine, nobody cared we being together all the time... including us.

One decade passed. Things have changed a lot. villages are now towns and cities.
People are are buzy and freindships are not common as it used to be.
The shadows of memories from years before calls for time-travelling.
Such a nice experience, as if I am still in the old serene village with loads of nice memories and innocent incidents around.

The older you grow, the more nostalgic you will become.
If you had a better chilhood/*********t life different from today, I bet you are nostalgic too like me.
The nature of nostalgia might change, but we all are nostalgic.
Nostalgia made so many stories. My story is also my nostalgia.

We used to wear skirt and blouse.
I call her Chechi. In Malayalam, it means sister.
I still call her Chechi.
Many years are passed. Things changed a lot. Her k**s now call me Chechi.
Last time we met was more than one year before. That happened after long 2 years of me staying abroad.
When we were together, I thought we could never live away.
Now for last five years or so, we hardly spent a dozen days together.
Life sometimes gives


Continues...