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