**it all begun with fish&chips, and it ended too with fish&chips. what irony**

his eyes flashed and his mind raced when he saw that cake and the encirclement of bodies.

"holy cow" he thought to himself "that bastard has outdone me this time"

he didn't really know how to react, tears had eluded most of his growing years. As the throng of people opened their mouths to croon the almost ritualistic song, his mind once again wondered to the previous years. This was by far the greatest he had. Not because of the presents but simply because he felt loved and cared for. For a moment he didn't care if he had been shattered by another fragile existence, nor did he pause to remark how unloving his closest kin was. All he felt was that he was unique and special, that he mattered somehow to some people and that he had made a difference.

as he snapped back to reality, he realised that he was trapped by hands and bodies of people he knew as friends. the rest was simply a whirl of action constituted only of struggles and cries. Finally, he just went limp. Accepting what was meted out.

that beacon of light in the urban landscape of concrete and metal.