Dropping the veil for once

A tall lithe figure in a dark corner.Music , friends , familiar precincts.....yet the unfamiliar corner amidst all this.The numbness grew and the weariness took it's toll.Emotions at the helm dissolved into tears , unseemimgly flowing down the upright contours of the cheek...A sudden realisation that even she..iam not the only one .Is one supposed to feel sad for her or a sadistic or could it be a comforting thought that there are others too.Probing seems inappropriate, comforting , a publicity of a private moment...the way out escapism..go away.But was there a choice?

Belatedly one does wish these unguarded moments to be rare and few of self and others , but they do come in here and there and i guess they are meant to...