It is a small world

My father was posted in Dehra Dun. I had passed my B.A. examination and took admission in DAV College in  B.ED. It was a  big class of about eighty students. I was  friendly with five girls. We never spoke to other students in the class.  There was a student  who was in late forties. Every one in the class respected her. She stayed quite close to our house and liked me very much.  After B.ED I took admission in M.A. (English).It was a coincidence that  that lady's daughter  was also in my class. We were only four girls  in the class. All the four of us were very friendly with each other. After finishing MA, I came to Delhi and took up a  job.
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Time passed. I got married and had two children. The son grew up to became a Chartered Accountant and the daughter became a Doctor. A very close friend of my son,who studied with him from his school days is an Architect. His wife is also an Architect. I  wrote a book about my  experiences in my professional  and personal life. I gave a copy to my son's friend.After  some  days his wife told me that she has relatives in Dehra Dun. She read my book and knew that I had studied in  DAV  College in Dehra Dun. She told me  that her Aunt was also a student of the same college After talking in detail I knew that this was  my friend in M.A. and her mother was my classmate,.I was thrilled to know about my friend and her mother.  Recently this lady came to Delhi and stayed with her niece.  We spoke to each other  on the phone after a lapse of  fifty years. I asked about her mother. She told me that her mother is very old. After going back to Dehra Dun, she would tell her mother about me, Just imagine It's a small world.I am looking forward to meet her in person very shortly.



Written in response to Write Tribe Prompt # 2. It's a small world.