The phone rang,breaking my trance."Ray"?"Yeah, who's this"? I asked."Hey man" he laughed, "It's Bill -- Billy Bartlet. How are you doing?"Holy shit" I...screamed, "this is incredible..."The conversation went on for about 30 minutes doing a very quick catch up.Bill and I had been best friends in school from grade 7 on, and he was theonly friend my mom counted as "one of the family". By that, she meant thathe could come in the house without knocking, and have sleepovers withoutasking, and would. She closed the lipstick on her way down the stairs.“You want guidelines,” she started shouting before she was halfway down. “I’ll give you some. One: I am fucking well an adult. Two: I choose my own friends.” By this time, she was in the living room. She walked towards Dad very slowly and dropped her voice, but not much. “Three: I decide my own rules. Four: I decide my own hours. Five...” And now she was in full voice again. “Butt! Out!”“Come on, Andy,” she said more quietly. She swept out the. They were standing in the middle of the metro, and since it was not very stuffy they could roam around at peace even. There was a this girl who was wearing a black one piece, and I was particularly attracted to her, but when I saw that her hands were inside the pocket of one of the guys, my attracted mellowed a little, though I did not stop gazing at her shamelessly. And once even she looked at me….and winked.But when Rajiv Chowk came, the population in the bogey increased and they had to stuff. I was greeted by the usual arrival lounge chaos of loved ones hugging and drivers holding up names. I scanned the crowd looking for Scott. Then I saw him waving like mad from the back near the exit. When I managed to make my way to him we hugged and he picked me up and spun me around like he did when we were kids.“God it’s good to see you! Vic you look great!” His voice was full of excitement, his face was a picture.“Smile….” I grabbed my phone and took a quick selfie. “There, my first minute.