“Assalam alaikum. Arey, yahaan kaise?”
“Bas Iftar ka iraada se aaj Nizamuddin aaya tha. Aap Iftar kahan kar rahe hain?”
“Yahin aage mera kamra hai, Dilli jab bhi aata hoon, yahin rehta hoon.”
“Toh phir saath hi Iftar kar lete hain?”
I’d met him in person for the first time a few weeks back, although the introduction had taken place a year ago. An introduction which happened over the pages of this blog itself when it was underway last year. A year later, I am supposed to unexpectedly bump into the same person during the month of Ramadan, share Iftar with him and then talk about it on the very pages where we had been introduced to each other in the first place.
Coincidences are good for faith. Apparently.