Bittersweet

Before I go, I shall end the bitter day with sugar... afterall AR said I'm a sweet gal (can someone slap me for my smugness))))) Angela & I met the volleyball boys last evening. I mentioned on 11th August that I'll bump into them again. And there... the fairy's swaying its wand *magic magic*. For a moment, I didn't realise it was them... Angela exclaimed,"Marcus!" I turned and hey it was them. Unbelievable coincidence I thought. We boarded the train as they alighted from the neighbouring cabin. Marcus seemed to recognise us, like we did after a few seconds peeping. We waved. That's the end of the story. Anyone has a moral for the story??