To Friendship and BAR A/C

where were we
that evening?
smoke,
yellow blended in blues.......
we were not with each other.
men roaming ,men chatting,
men shouting,
men with twinkling watery eyes
soaked in mystical mirth,
silent.
I wonder how our mind is able to do that?
the most silent silence in that clatter .
Two pints down,
were we that drunk?
or was it just us?
listening to our inner silence,
lost,
like watching an old silent movie on the back of our eyes,
a movie we have seen many times over,
cricket ,teams ,girls ,cheap restaurants ,birthday-parties ,hangouts ,booze..
We were so much more comfortable listening to our silences,
rather than listening
to each other.
And we didnt even ask for it .
It was just understood.