" Speaking with you on the Phone, from this room, at this time of the night... brings back memories, you know?"

" Sorry to keep you up this late" you say, polite as ever.

"No, no its not that. I'm happy with you. Its just that... this reminded me of my days in college, when I used to spend every night on the phone till darkness melted into the early hours of the next day. Now it all seems so far away, you know.. The habit of speaking on the phone for hours is gone. This room; I dont live here anymore. My college life is gone. The people I spoke to, those bonds are mostly gone. That life, one of many lives I've had, has been washed away by time. The old die and from their corpses grows life. Yet some things are remarkably resilient."

" Have I ever told you it would be a shame if we never got together?"

" We've spoken about how things are, how things could be, how they should be.  We've spoken of alternative universes, universes of possibilities,  ever since ours began"