I sauntered into the lawn and over the fence I saw – a neat seating arrangement with a small table displaying art work with man-made flowers around it. It felt warm on a nice cool evening. The hand-made flowers dancing gently to the tune of the breeze, and the setting sun paying its last graces. The lawn was inviting – to lie and roll.

I stood at the fence wondering – who sat there? Were all the seats occupied? Or some empty? What were they discussing – anything important or something light?

Was the meeting a continuation of a previous unfinished business? Did they pick the discussion from where they left earlier? Or will it continue into the next meeting?

Did they have tea or tea with biscuits? How were they dressed – sweaters or mufflers? Did the Sun shine bright – that they had to remove it?

How long were they there? Where did they all go now? Did they leave together? or one at a time?

Phew! So many questions. I felt like John Keats – the poet who wrote ‘The ode of the Grecian Urn’ and mused at the pictures on the urn – wondering why the citadel was empty?

Certain arrangements are intriguing – the simpler the arrangement is, the intriguing it is. Loud arrangements blind our senses, mundane ones leave us surprised.

I captured them in my camera for keepsake and in my mind for posterity. Why? For, I am wondering and I will always be left wondering: where was I when this meeting happened?