It was not a full house as it usually is but still, there was enough audience. Around 9 pm, in the dimly lit auditorium, I cheered along with many others, the cast and crew of the Urdu play, as they all appeared together on the stage, beaming under the spot lights. The play was very nicely pulled off. I was especially happy because the main characters were played by three people with whom I am well acquainted and I also happen to like them. It was a happy moment. The next moment I received a text from a very old friend with whom I had not been in touch for months, informing me about our other friend’s mother who had passed away three days ago. Back in school, we used to be very close friends. I then realized that I haven’t been in touch with them for quite a long while. With all the cheering and clapping still going on around, I suddenly wanted to feel sad. I actually tried to feel sad and in the attempt, I left the auditorium to get away from the noise. Out in the dark and quiet, I called my friend so I could condole her for the loss of her mother and found myself out of words. What possibly could I have said to her to make her feel any better? It was an awkward conversation as nothing I said made any sense to even me. After all, I didn’t feel sad.