I heard this conversation between an FPN and a small time jebroni here in Atlanta. Even though they spoke english, what they meant would go something like this:
She: Aap hamesha Past ki taraf mudh ke kiyoon dekhte hain?
He: Is liye ke - past main tum ho...
She: Main Past main kiyoon hone lagi?
She: Main Present main hoon...
She, again: Aaj bhi Sath hoon
She, finally: Kal bhi Rahoongi...
He felt secure. God like. At peace....
And then they went thier own ways
Just like two parallel tracks
that never meet.
Ever!
