A snapshot from the past

Pleasant news comes at the right time. Last weekend, I was in for a pleasant surprise. On my evening walk, I received a call from Rituraj - my best buddy from school. It had been ages I had heard from him. I had tried to get in touch with him many times, with no success. Finally we met today. Don't some people ever change? He looks the same when he left school in 6th Std. The discussions invariably weaned to old school time stories. This the most embarrassing part of it. People remember details on events - who, when, what?. I am more of a person who remembers only the contours, and that puts me at a loss for words. Shades of anterograde amnesia :P ? But, I still do love to hear old events, play them all over again.