We shook hands. Today was her last day in this carpet. I have known her for 2 months, Alas she knows me by face,
& never will know my name. But as we shook hands, I could feel the trembling of her hands in my hands. This
made me remember my first day in this i left home. I too was trembling but was also excited. But then I came here,
landed on this carpet, learning my own capabilities to get over others and then encounter her, first with a wide grin on face
and after a question in mind. But today, I am all clear. She’s a good friend of mine, so I’m biding her a goodbye.
This was my first “A Lady’s Emotions and A Gentleman’s acknowledgement” . All thanks to her.
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The Shake-Hands Memory
Short StoryA enclosed story: a boy's version about his experience, while biding a half-stranger a goodbye.
