Theirs was a casual friendship- one made over bread and biscuits and a chip here and there. They never made dates and yet, were always glad to see each other. One day, one confidently told the other- “Get me slippers the next time, Didi’. Didi nodded, unable to blink away the little urchin’s trust.

P.S: Amma might remember the small red plastic slippers we bought from Colaba Causeway

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