Chance Meeting

I bumped into Wen Long at Novena Square last night. This was the second time that I have seen him in fourteen years. Two chance meetings in fourteen years. Fancy that.

It's strange that sometimes, one keeps bumping into old friends, aquaintances while at the same time one never sees others ever again. It is as if these people vanished off the face of the earth. Sometimes, I wonder what has happened to certain people.

Wen Long is unchanged.