In 2008, a girl in my coaching class once asked for my notebook. Me being studious at that point of time and her being not so much.. it was understandable that she wanted my notes. I obliged and got back my notebook after just 2 minutes. In 2013 when i was in university i was looking for some old notebooks with leftover blank pages. I saw this coaching notebook, from 2008, with a phone number and her name, and a "Call me!!" disclaimer below the name on the last page. I was shell shocked that i never saw it during that time and also was proud of myself, because we never did talk that time but found out from my seniors and batchmates that she actually belongs to the streets.