Sitting in a cafe that opens onto the road in Aundh. I've met JD unexpectedly for the fifth time since we said our final goodbyes. There's the smell of coffee. I'm having hot chocolate. I'm wearing his t-shirt. "Goooood time to quit factory rolled cigarettes," he says. We talk about food values, family, anthropology, our love for languages. The huge table umbrella lifts off and flies into the air, nearly spearing through a car window. The two of us exclaim loudly at the same time, "That was beaaaaaaautiful!". The difference in the final goodbye now, being that we are not afraid any more. We stopped looking for catches. The catch itself never goes away (whether recognised by the two parties or not), but it does stop mattering once you stop desperately looking for it.
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