*November 27th**—Vikram’s birthday. This morning, I drafted a "happy birthday" text, but I didn't send it. We met as kids at a family gathering. Our childhood was fun; every time we met, it was a blast. We used to see each other at every family event. After a few years, we became serious about our academics, and our paths diverged. Somehow, we lost touch, our worlds became different, and we both moved to separate cities. I can say we may have completely forgotten each other. Years later, in 2020, the world stood still. Everyone was unsure about what tomorrow would bring, and we all started looking backward. Life was stuck; it was hard to imagine living without social media scrolling. I know the lockdown and the virus changed many lives in different ways. It took lives, created distance between some people, and gave second chances to many others who were looking for them. It cast its own strange spell on all of us. One day, while I was mindlessly scrolling through Instagr...