The Events

Last of them, a couple, left an hour before noon it started from the second midday in a two-day literary festival; taking leave one by one. The third is a no-programme Sunday many left in the morning flight alone I stay put in the vacant guest house; a hiatus after tremendous hullabaloo as if nothing happened in the past two days; a gulf of silence island of non-existence nothing prevails: No talks no grudge no banter or smile no hearty laughter or impatience senile. All impressions and remembrances as if in a faded film dumped in the waste-bin of time. Life after life events after events it has been happening; everything is in a flux everything flows into the void yet they take place the evanescent events.