The Smile

The way back to hostel was a beautiful road, atleast so it seemed that day. The flowers and leaves, dry and lifeless, sprinkled all over by the loaded trees, were today, finally noticed. The crisp voice of their crush underneath her feet, brought a smiletoday. And she, on a very difficult task of suppressing an ever planted smile, and an urge to hop around the road like the lead girls in all those songs that she had watched, jumped from one dry leaf onto another, living each moment, listening to each crumpled note, humming a tune, that came to her from nowhere.

Its not a scene from any of those romantic flicks. It’s a happening, so real, that it will seem like a dream later, so magical, that it will succumb to the clutches of reality later, so beautiful, that it will not raise any remorse, even after all the pain that is to come later, so insane, that it will be perceived as happiness later, lay ter.

But that’s all lay ter.

Today she hopped her way to her hostel gate, not to mention the appreciating smile, caused even by the creak of rusted iron. Yes, today every tiny thing was acknowledged. Today, only tiny things were acknowledged. The bulkiest friend on the corridor near her room was a blur, as she turned in the lock and entered her room. And when she sat down on her cot, trying to recollect, all that filled her mind was a beatific smile, her smile, that stretched across her face, to subsume her entirety. She closed her eyes, like she did, whenever she stood in the middle of the hostel blocks, bedraggled by rains. Today, there was no rains, no drenching, but TODAY, he had spoken with her.. for the first time… at last..