The hand twin.

She called out to me excitedly, 'Can you believe this!'

There, under the light from the street lamp, I saw it. The identical palms. And, her hand twin. Oblivious to the traffic a few feet ahead, or the crowds flocking the pavilions behind them, they sat on the sidewalk for a long time after - talking and smiling.

It was also the day I laid my eyes on a beautiful Phanek, and thought I will own one someday.

Sometimes on a solemn day as this, I imagine the beautiful countryside that you have so often described to me, with the same flaky and ridiculously contagious excitement that I saw in your eyes when you introduced me to your hand twin. I imagine walking down the streets lined with shops selling the most beautiful Phaneks, and running into you and your hand twin.