This happened last month on my way back, bumped into a bunch of girls hurdled together whispering if that was really A. Samad Said. Took the chances and ran up to him for a picture.
Very nostalgic right? Doesn't it remind you of all the stories and poems you read off text books as a child?
I used to read A. Samad Said till i got older then switched to Sweet Valley High and then, a short Mills and Boon stint (too much sex) then to non-fiction, and some auto biography. And all time favorite children books and Archie's comics.