It was a regular day for me,
I sat at the reception lost in my reverie,
Suddenly a familiar name echoed in the background,
A recognizable figure emerged in the foreground,
It could well be over 3 decades,
Since I last saw her during my school grades,
She looked just the same,
Slender tall beautiful dame,
I remember she was in my team,
Soft spoken, gentle and kind she always did seem,
I remember her mother taught us Spanish dance once,
In those flowing skirts we did prance,
Yes I am talking about Natasha Nandi,
Looking svelte and all dandy
