The Smile Sense

It was when rearranging JK's much cherished documents cupboard, I discovered my autograph books (dated 1998, 2000, 2004). I never knew that I had brought all these to Qatar and that JK had gifted it with a cute velvet pouch!

Night is still young, confirming my decision for a time-travel. I flipped through the pages, smiled, laughed, cried, crooned, and brooded. By the time I finished, nostalgia gripped me with its firm tentacles and threw me deep into the memories.

I emerged, refreshed, happy and smiling. Smiling! Reminds me of the keyword highly penned down in my books. 'Girl with a smiling face', 'smiling girl', 'smiling friend', 'smile like this forever', 'may this smile be with you always', 'keep smiling, 'love to see you smiling'??!?!?!!!

One of them even wrote – "Once I saw you crying, but even when you were crying you were smiling!"(??!!) What? Do I smile that much?

I keep getting this compliment even now, leaving me wondering what makes me smile. It is not a deliberate attempt, as far as I know.

Unknowingly, I give it a smile finish.

"You don’t have anything to worry about, and that is what keeps you happy", once commented a classmate of mine. No worries??? For me???? I have gone through such phases in life which left me wondering what keeps me alive. There were times I was lying pathetic with the hard-effects of depression. There were times I wish sailing away to some unknown shore. There were times I wished that someone take me to the Bermuda Triangle!!!!

Just like the Bermuda, the reason behind my smile is still a mystery to me.