1. a person with whom one has had no personal acquaintance
2. an outsider
We all start off by being strangers to one another. We walk past each other on the road, on corridors, having no personal acquaintance with one another. We start talking to each other shyly, not understanding a single bit about the other person.
Slowly, we become acquaintances, we become friends, we start having inside jokes with each other. Unchanging, other people who walks past us on the road remains as strangers, remains as outsiders.
But something happened. Sometimes overtime, sometimes in a short amount of time. Things happen and our friendship turns sour. We fall out, we let each other slide away. We meet new people on the road, on corridors, we become acquaintances with other people. We start knowing each other better, start having inside jokes. And all other people continues being strangers to us, being outsiders to us.
And then there comes a time where we walk past each other on the roads, on corridors, looking right past each other. Looking right past our own jokes, our own understandings, our own friendship. We walk past each other as if we’ve never had any personal acquaintance. We walk past each other as if we never knew each other.
We, ourselves, become strangers, again.