I kept out. There was no space for me to stand. Furthermore, i had no intention or wish to be a part of them. So I kept looking at their jubilant faces, and watched their bodies swinging along the music and air. Even air wanted some space. How could they all dance on the little dance floor? Was it even a dance floor?

They looked delightful. Lips widened to make the picture of happiness absolutely perfect. They didn't mind anything else. The green uneven earth on which many sprained their ankles while losing themselves with music, had no effect on their composure. Heels over heels, squeezing themselves into the thinnest, invisible tunnels they labored to get into. There they could dance. Even if they couldn't move a hand( because it might hit the other person standing by), they were still happy to "dance". After all, it was our freshers party.

And they wanted to be clicked, so that sometime later in life, they are able to reminisce about the fun in college they had, walk down the memory lane with the quick snaps clicked by some 2 megapixel camera. I don't remember whose camera it was. And the camera wasn't good enough to click them clear with their arms and faces moving, so they thought of an artificial plan. They posed like statues which a brilliant sculptor gave life to. Dancing figures captured in a fraction of second. That is what they did.

Funny.

Very.