In and off the home, in the crowd or at bus stop, in market or at a shop, on the road or on a bench, they fill your mind with---WHAT HAPPENED---you tell them only one thing--NOTHING--happened or not, still you like this sumptuous word nothing. At that time you keep your cool and grow a sweet smile. But something remains concealed inside and that runs on the surface of your face leaving its track behind. it goes on like the passengers on the platform and like the ads on the screen of LED or TV. All seem to be jolly with whatever the situation demands!