Yesterday I bumped into a number of people, passing by a gentleman, he recognized me immediately, I didn’t, but that voice.
He just said, “Hello Juliette.”
As soon as I looked his way, I knew exactly who he was, although I did not remember his name.
It had been over forty years, our elementary school days since I set eyes on this young man, not so young man now, with a bit of weight on. His face looked the same, youthful, I guess. Since our elementary school days, we had never met. I was walking past him but he did well to recognize the not so young lady.
Maybe we have aged gracefully, holding onto our youthful features that makes us recognizable. Or is it the voice? The sound that betrays us? I have grown to realize that voices are unique and it does not matter how old we are, more often than not, our voices are recognizable.
It was great reuniting , although briefly, with an old friend and I must say I was glad he called me, especially by name . I felt guilty I could not mention his. As it was a quick encounter I moved on swiftly to ponder. If I had more time I would have asked him kindly to remind me of his first name as that would have definitely triggered off his surname.