Someone, who had met her at a random event, asked me how do you know her.
I smiled. Not because she remembered me. He had asked me, “How do I KNOW her?” A simple question. I never thought if I will be asked this question, I will have no answer. Why people ask such simple and straightforward questions? The innocence with which they ask such questions hurt me more than questions. Plus, how could my simple answer justify the depth of their enquiry?
I smiled because some months back I had been informed by her: this road has no future.