Sitting at a table in the rooftop of a nameless restaurant, looking down at those curio shops, people and vehicle, not trying to look at those mo:mo:s that were making me nauseous and trying to act indifferent about the way my table partner was constantly on his mobile phone, I contemplated about life in general. Because there was nothing else to do. I couldn't possibly eat that mo:mo: (it is my favorite dish but that particular day my appetite had been robbed off completely because of some butterflies flapping in my abdomen. Was it love?). My glass of juice had long been drained, I could not yank that phone off his ear and throw it off that building, but more importantly I did not know where I stood in all this.