After a long time,Anamika met Porom again. They were talking to each other,and the weather was quite pleasant.It was winter,and two people sat under a lamppost,both carrying many unspoken regrets in their hearts.
Anamika: How are you,Porom? you look like you're doing well.
Porom: You're asking the question and answering it yourself too.
Anamika : What can I do? My old habit never went away. I stayed the same as before. Only you changed.