For some of the people present in the room, the untiring force with which they had been brought together, roguish, bland energy, it was a matter of solace to have found each other there. This, perhaps was more than just what the world had done to their minds. They looked as if the life in them slipped in and out with ease, nothing being reflected from them. They never were together, nor allowed to leave, a conundrum that could be heard from the low buzz in the other end of the room.
"This story, I must tell you, shook the corridors of the government!" said a man in a black suit. I blinked.
I walked across and saw two old men sipping wine, and pretending to be away in their minds, maybe with the woman, whose scent just left its trickle in their senses. Perhaps, this was the one feeling they could have momentarily ensconced into without fear. I looked ahead and tried to see what lay in the end, an enticing sight of yellow, I breathed long and deep. I walked slowly, trying to untie those impressions and prepare myself to surrender to this.
It was the conversation that tickled me and I savoured the sounds and drowned in them. I took the spoon, my knotted fingers giving a clean reflection, I smiled and turned around. It was time for a little bit of conversation.
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