A SPECTATOR'S GRIEF

That co-passenger of mine called himself a spectator.
He had an answer that was simple and predictable, for my question, "So, you intend to be a spectator till the very end?'.

Let's see.

What are you seeing now?

Hmmm... I wonder if I am actually searching for something when I pretend to be seeing. And, just seeing, when I pretend to be searching.

So?

That's what I'm seeing now.

Isn't it boring?

Tiring too.

Have you ever felt 'Happiness'?

Oh yes, till I see that.

Sadness? I doubt.

Huum... You don't know, A spectator's grief. Horrible, Huge, Long ...

Ha! To everyone, one's own grief...

Stop with that smile, you'll remain blessed.

I stared at him.
It would have been dramatic, had he vanished into thin air. He didn't. At least, he could have shown some emotions.

He was sitting there, just returning my stare.