I had been standing for almost an hour in a dense suffocating crowd and was sure to remain standing for the next few hours. So in the midst of all the pushing, squeezing, and jolting by the sweaty young fellows pressed against me, I decided to get my mind busy, to create never-happened-before scenarios and events right inside my head and predict my possible reaction to these events. It seemed the perfect way to pass time. Sadly, my present state clogged my ability to think. 

Having nothing else to do, I simply stared at the sweaty faces and skins of the young folks gathered around me. Some were shouting at the top of their voices, hands raised, exposing the areas of their shirts soaked and wetted by their armpits. A few others spoke to themselves in hushed tones and low murmurs, faces sad and obviously tired. But I stood still, uninterested in the crowd and their present worries, I wanted to hear something different, feel something nouvelle, or see something new. At that moment, I turned to examine other fellows that filled up the hall.

A young lady was standing directly behind me. Our eyes met, and she stared back, It was so unexpected and sudden that it left me shocked. But in that quick instance, I noticed a sparkle in her eyes, clear shiny bright eyes staring me in the face, and I was reminded of the radiant smile of a TV model, and the sad, sparkly eyes of a sulking child. Two contrasting qualities that still conveyed a similar message. I quickly shifted my gaze and forced my way deeper into the crowd.