A day in the life of a DJ

What do they do? The thought nearly got her while she landed up in the most expensive & happening bar in the city. Perhaps she was there not because she was to give company to her friends. She was there just to sit and take in the vibe.

While her friends went away with their respective partners, she sat there looking at the dance floor, the kind attendant sneaked her cup of Masala tea. Now the sharp lights and her thoughts were alone.

She stole a look at the DJ playing all sorts of numbers but she let her gaze stay there for a little longer. Though she was not checking him out.

She started floating. The chilling memories of Stereo Nation Taz, her favorite band lead and then suddenly her late elder brother so fond of nightlife, she nervously fiddled around for her cup of tea. Yes! it was there. And so was the DJ's attention: A nice-looking guy with intense eyes, sheepishly smiling at her. As if this was not awkward, she heard her friend nearly shaking her out of her trance. No, it was not DJ, it was the energy, nostalgia and vibes of the place making her drunk.

She again looked at the DJ's side, just thinking how many interesting people he met, how he held the people together while they got drunk and lost their grip on reality? Was he a seductor? Or another innocent guy doing his job. Thinking of later though made her feel better. There was a smile on her face.

While they were leaving, she again looked at him. This time with affection perhaps. No wonder she received the heartiest smile in return. Who was the person behind that glamorous smoky garb? A DJ or a name.

She was too happy to think anymore. The DJ too treasured the moment, perhaps! To move on nameless.

Life continued, and more music flowed.