Blast From The Past !

Went for lunch at a relative's place. Met a stranger. When we got talking, we found that she knew one of my classmates from my primary school, in Rishikesh. She is still in touch with one of them whose family was very friendly with mine. She studied in the same secondary school in Haridwar where I did though she was much junior. She knew my teachers and friends there. She was from Dehradoon and her mum taught in my college. So she knew my profs and the Principal. I was flooded with memories, struggling to remember names of those who were in my life ages ago. Never imagined they will come back. 

I am a little zapped by this blast from the past and wondering about the slender threads of life. Of how our lives and stories criss cross each other at specific points. About the master story writer who creates these endless stories and then adds these twists and turns for reasons known only to Him/Her !