Try Smiling.

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Location: Just somewhere on the road.

Scenario: I am upset for some reason that cannot really be expressed in such a public manner.

Story: I am walking, at first in a hasty manner, away from the source of my distress, and then slowly because I am drained emotionally and my body cannot stand the physical exertion. I keep my eyes down. Generally when I am upset, I try to look where I am going since I cannot really risk tripping over something and falling flat on my arse or worse, my face in public. I know that will cause more agony to me.

So I am just walking randomly on the road avoiding public eyes, but then I have to look up to see which direction I am headed for. That’s when I see her; an acquaintance really, a friend of a friend. Not much of a pretty face but today she is glowing. I wonder how she could look so stunning all of a sudden today. Then I notice her smile. She is looking so pretty because she is smiling so broadly like she is never going to be able to, ever again. I remember the frown upon my face and realise how ugly I must be looking. I try to find a reflection; anything would’ve done – a shop window, a motorbike looking glass, someone with large enough sunglasses, a clothing store. I find a car parked nearby and see my reflection. I look miserable. I am close to tears. I have to admit, I am also not blessed with a pretty face but with that frown on my face, I look worse. I take a deep breath, close my eyes and do my best at a smile – my lips part a bit, the corners try to lift themselves up, my eyes brighten up a bit.

Then I look again. I don’t look stunning but I don’t look as worse as before.

Lesson: Someone has said rightly, “Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.”

Cheers to you!!



Comments

  1. bloggerktmApril 5, 2013 at 7:58 AM

    ya so true.! sometimes i too go through the same thing! Like i am all irritated, all of a sudden .. then i try to go to some lonely place for a while and ask to a mirror why i am getting such feeling? Then I relax and come back with a smile. Though the smile is forced in the beginning it begins to take its natural curve few moments later..!

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    1. MsRTMApril 5, 2013 at 8:36 AM

      So true hai? We are our own muse of happiness. :)

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