Cafeteria past lunch time.

I am at the cafeteria. Another IT giant. Commoners all with a tag around their neck. Saying, ' I am this person and so let me in.' I have a tag too. It says visitor. I finished my cup of filter coffee. And now I sit here and look at all these people. They seem happy. People in large groups. Friends of similar age. Couples from the same team. And I with my empty cup of coffee.
It wasn't long back that I was one of them. Stuck at a similar place. With similar sets of friends and varieties of food counters to choose from.
Cafeteria meant getting off from doing the things that gets one paid. It meant having the same not so tasty food everyday. It meant table tennis and pretty ladies at the odd tables. A year back I was one of them. And now I write about it.
This place is so similar to one I left behind. And yet I try to find those things that distinguish it from the other. It has all the similar features. The ordered chairs, the IT engineers talking about taking the way out, the food stalls all crowded selling the same tasteless nourishments.
I suppose the only change is in me. My perspective. I was on the other side and now I'm here. I remember stretching the limits of our lunch hour and leaving early to play TT. I remember odd things about that place. This one too would have people like us.
So now I ask myself, ' Do you miss it?'.
I don't know if I really do. I was happy there as I am happy now. If so then why do I end up questioning my happiness over the time past?