Yet Another Tingu Kahaani

The party was on in full swing - people were still milling around the bar.
It was a family gathering - they were celebrating an engagement in the family. Aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews, cousins and grandparents. Everybody was around.
The doors to the garden had been opened, and people were everywhere. There was talk, laughter, warmth and smiles. It was a good place to be, and there was a good time to be had.
She had enjoyed herself thoroughly, talking to folks she hadn't met in ages, catching up with her cousins, and after a couple of drinks, she was feeling pretty darn good.
She got a call just then, and she excused herself. Talking on the phone, she wandered through the house, moving away from the noise.
The call over, she was walking back when she noticed the small child.
The child was sitting in a little room down a small corridor. It was a small study, done up in beige, with soft muted lighting. There was an old bookshelf in one corner, dark teakwood, piled high and rather untidily with old books, magazines and journals. There was a handsome desk near the wall, with papers scattered all over it, and a swivel chair next to it. Off to the side, there was a small settee, on which the child was sitting.
She (the child) was pretty young - around six years old - with short hair, a cherubic face, and a pretty little dress. Her legs were swinging a little off the floor, and she was sitting there, chin in hand. There was a serious expression on her face, and she was staring at the chair.
The girl stopped. She looked a while at the girl, not quite knowing what to do.
Eventually, she went and sat next to the girl.
"Hi!", she said brightly.
The child moved her head slightly. Nodded at the girl and went back to staring at the chair.
"I don't think I know you", said the girl "Are you looking for your mommy?"
"No", said the child, without taking her eyes off the chair, "She's outside. In the garden"
"Oh", said the girl, smiling, "So are you playing hide and seek? Why are you waiting here like this?"
The child smiled. She looked up at the girl and leaned forward conspiratorially.
"I'd come to this house last week", she said, in a whisper, "And Mommy and Aunty were sitting in this room and talking about Grandpa. And Aunty said, sometimes, she can still see Grandpa sitting in that chair."
The child looked at the chair and back at the young girl.
"Grandpa promised me he'd finish our story," the little child said, "So I'm going to wait here until he comes."
And the little child crossed her legs, and continued staring at the chair.