Everyone was there in that room. He was the last person to enter. He looked around, to see them gathering in front of the table. He was unsure on how did he enter the room. How did everyone find there way in before him. He saw an old lady sitting on the floor. Next to her an old man on a chair, with his hand on his head, thinking, or grieving. It was something of that sort, he could not see his face as he was looking at the floor. A woman crying. A kid who was looking from the window as, if he was told to stay outside. The rest were looking at the body on the table in silence, as if they were spectators. Spectators to a woman leaving this world. He was looking down at her, to see her shiny face and the quietness of a princess. He felt, as if the whole life has gathered in that room. A tragedy! A family experiencing suffering. A nosy person who can't be kept outside. A crowd, that does not make a difference. And another life, finding peace while leaving a huge void behind.