Old friend (Ramanathan Vaidyanathan)

At the restaurant

I am sitting at a table in an Irani restaurant and I see Parasu entering. He looks tired and
old. He walks over to me and we shake hands.

I: It’s a long time.

Parasu: Yes. It is.

We are silent for some time. We look at each other as if to stoke our memories of the past.

Parasu: What are you doing now?

(continue.. on till the end - there's a twist coming!!)

I liked his attempt at an unforeseen twist to the meeting. Maybe more can be written on this.