One-seventh of a Sweater

'Aree hoy blazer ta khule feyl noito
pull down the skirt! Mone hochhe tui khali blazer pore,
ha ha ha ha! '

'Kintu blazer khulle thanda lagbe toh'

'Tahole skirt ta namie ne?'

'Na motei na. Only Krittika Guha (*name changed)
type people wear orom long-long skirts beginning from their diaphragm.
Ami blazer tai khule ni.'

'Tui already kaapchish!! Ei take my sweater. I'm not cold. Ne. Uff.'

'Na na, then you'll catch a cold and aunty amae bokbe.' ( shivers a little)

'Arre naa amar lagchee na thanda, onnnnnn god. Ne tui!'

'Thanks :)'

'Kaeda kore sweater na kine blazer ken aro!'

'Are blazer ta e *courage to know* ta golden e stitch kora! Pretty laglo. Tai.'

'Tui na seriously khub neka!'

'Hehehe, jani. Tiffin e ki enechish?'

'Chocos. Tui?'

'Ei AMIO chocos! Chol share kori!'




Today,
these two girls caught a three-second glimpse of each other across a particularly crowded city crossing,
roughly seven winters after they shared this strange conversation.
Winters are always so strange.