I always enjoying walking with Pinoo. South Kolkata happens to be our favourite jaunt. Slowly winding our way through the streets as does our conversation, there is a sense of lurking familiarity. We argue, haggle, cuddle, eat on the streets whose names we may not know but whose landmarks we always remember. Like the famous Triangular park public toilet spot, where because of my hot temper, I walked off, only to keep Pinoo standing in front of the men's lavatory with men and piss for company. Or when both of us weren't earning, we'd have chai on the wooden benches of Golpark. Having shared so many bitter and sweet memories, I am feeling a sense of impending loss creeping up slowly on me. I know that when I come next, it will all be rushed, may be, forced. Buildings we identified with, food joints that we ate in, streets that we sauntered on will change or remain the same but we would have moved on with only the memories to remind us of where it all began.