How it is to lose time. The ultimate realization of life in a night club, can you believe it. I saw a more than middle aged person dancing in a group slightly off the edge of the circle the youngsters have created for themselves to dance. He was trying to mingle with them with a drink in his hand, probably part of the same group, but to his despair no body cared too much. Even i gave a grin to one of my friends on this spectacle. But as soon as i got off the dance floor to get another drink, that's when i started realizing that i might be in his place soon enough, that i am losing time. I held my drink and sat quietly near the bar, contemplating. May be i am emotional most of the times, may be i should not worry about anything too much, should not look for more than i have, should not regret what i lost or what i could have had, should not feel anything, may be i should not fucking live. But if i do and i couldn't die for all the reasons i am still alive for, I would certainly not lose my self respect, i would prefer to sit alone in a bar rather than making a fool of myself for some young company.
