I was sitting at my terminal, thinking about her.. Wondering if I should have called her up and met her one last time before we left.. Wondering if I should call her to say good bye, or would a text be sufficient.. I am not good at good byes.. Had I known, the last time we saw each other was really the last time, even then I might not had been able to bid her farewell.. I don't know what came upon my mind that I got this sudden urge to grab a cup of coffee.. I got up from my seat and started walking.. I came across a few shops, but for some reason I didn't stop.. May be I was hoping that if I walked far enough I might run into her.. Her flight could have been 2 days ago or 2 days later, for all I knew.. It was by some miracle that she was there, sitting a few seats away from one of the coffee shops.. I had recognised her from the back.. Her hair, her...