Déjà vu

Some stranger in a foreign city, rambling in a native dialect using catchphrases you thought only you knew.

Masala Tea in a random Cafe, prepared in the exact same way your mother makes.

Smell of Agarbatti from a house, same as the one that emanated from your grandma's temple room.

Mogra on a woman's hair, of exact same color and form that grew along the streets to your school.

Mention of a long forgotten video game you had once, only once played on your neighbor's play station.

A remix from your childhood cassette collection playing fortuitously in a taxi.

For a moment, something that was totally alien brings back something that was so bosom almost confidential, burried deep down in your subconscious. Something you didn't knew your mind had registered until- this Alien.