She had heard Internet apparently opens up the whole world,but she still couldnt find him !. She tried all combinations of names , nicknames,school names and everything she knew about him.. but he still was evasive. He was not on Google, Facebook! .. now how is that possible. She always thought, that the world census is made easier by FB. You look at it and you know how much population is increasing on the planet. You can make out all kind of statistics, from an FB database - what cuisine is more popular,who has the maximum number of shoes, and who even eats the most number of chillies ( though why someone would do that is beyond me!!)

But coming back to the main problem,, how does she find him. The last she had heard was that he was somewhere in Australia, studying to become a lawyer. She so wished she could meet him once more again. If not for anything else , at least to give back the poem. She could not continue to own it, it was not hers to own now. She had relinquished that right the same day when she had changed her last name. She should have posted it to him while she still had his address. But she had held on to it, for what she does not know, and now the address is gone, phone numbers have changed, countries of residence had changed , and by each day she was moving further away.
Perplexed as to how does she get around this, she walked into her usual tube. The poem was always with her.. That was the first thing she always made sure she put whenever she changed her bag..the small piece of paper. She did not notice at first, but an elderly gentleman next to her was watching . As if he could read her mind, he gave a smile, and said,. if it is with you, it is ther for a reason. Treasure it . It is a partof your past and it is what has helped make you what you are today. When the time is right for it to go, it will. She looked into the blue eyes, and knew she should have been scared , but she wasnt. There was a kind of understanding, and she smiled when she got down.
He was right.. Everything is there for a reaon ! She was going to meet him one day..and till then she will take care of the paper.