I happened to be at a party the other evening… People came, people spoke; yet I continued to stare at the grand carpet  which was placed at the centre which had been wine stained. People enjoyed the evening with some more wine and some more unnecessary long talks, but I continued to stare at that stain on the carpet. People helloed at me, I passed a confused smile as my mind yet rewinding the words the host smiled and said to me – “people come, people lie, people go… You never know.”

The party seemed like a funeral to something, perhaps funeral to her old self; that party on her birthday. No wonder why, it caught my attention. No wonder why I understood her words.