Aditya

        What's Distance Between Friends ? Jacques was waiting for me at a metro stop in central Paris. He wore the same jacket that I remembered, with the same patch from a band whose name I couldn’t pronounce. I hadn't seen him for ten years, and I hadn't been back to Paris for eleven. “Hello,” he greeted me, rubbing his beard wearily. “You're a long way from home.” “Home is a long way from Paris,” I answered. “You, meanwhile, didn't even have to take a bus.” He looked at me a long time, studying me. He needed to decide whether he still recognized me after ten long years. “Monami,” he decided, and he hugged me like the old friend I still am.