It is not exactly the right word, but it would do.
Sometimes, you meet someone and realizes that even beyond the probability of odds, you have lived parallel lives..
I remember the day very clearly. I was a final year medical student.. It was Pooja holidays in India and I decided to go back home. It was raining heavy by the time the bus reached Ulsoor lake and no Auto driver wanted to do the short trip. I was soaked to the bone and walked part of the distance till an older auto driver felt sorry for me and finally stopped.
Amma was home and as usual there was nothing to eat. I took a shower while regretting the decision of coming home. If I had stayed at the hostel, at least I would get three meals! I was too tired to cook and Amma offered to make Kanji and I said fine.
While waiting for my mother to cook the dinner, I switched on the TV and for some reason, I ended up watching X-files. I don’t remember much about the episode, but it had aliens, drains and it spooked me so much that I asked my mother if I could sleep with her that night. (I was 20 years old). It also was the last time I ever watched X-files.
When he and I were discussing about all the TV shows we watched, he said “There was an episode of X-files that I watched that had aliens and drains and it spooked me so much that I was so scared to sleep in my room and had to sleep in the living room, near my parent’s room.
That was the first of many incidents we seem to have shared a common path..