Got, him, lost him got him

I was preparing for IAS. There used to be a book shop on BKS Marg near CP. One fine morning, I was there to buy a book.Another young man too stood waiting outside the shop's shutter. I can't recall the reason but definitely, I got into some problem with this man. We snarled at each other only to become friends after half an hour. I learnt,this guy too was riding in my boat-- the IAS. We had a plan to watch a movie but somehow, things could not click. In a couple of days we separated, me to Patna to marry in 1978. Meanwhile, this practical man, after giving up his idea for further preparing for IAS, went somewhere else to fry some other fish. However, by this time, we were bound in a cemented relationship of friendship through epistles.(Yes, he would write epistles, not letters, to me.) He married in some early year of 80s while formally inviting me too. He was emotionally so close to me that he even christened my eldest kid, and the name given by him still goes though bit in Hindi. We were in touch till, may be, 1992 but then we lost track. I tried to trace him out at Ajmer, his home town; at other places he had worked; in telephone directories of India, but I failed. It was now out of question to find this dear friend through any other possible means. However, as miracles happen, again one fine morning, I got a msg from somebody on Facebook verifying my identity, in the end of Jan 2012. And lo presto, I knew him. It was my very dear, long lost friend IK. He is Inder Krishen Wali, taking care of Dinesh Mills at Baroda, a proud hubby of an attractive wife and an equally proud dad of 2 bright kids. God is great, as they say.!!!