The Brief Smile…

From yards away, I saw her. Seated in a yoga pose on the brown bench, her back to the early morning sun, my quiet musing was interrupted.

Like a dog that sniffs at the air, I sniffed at the aura surrounding her and within a stone throw, I saw the unwitting frown line that dug into the sides of her lips; they were at odds with the smoothness of her forehead.

She raised a flask, took a sip and dropped it, all the time her right fingers tapped on her phone with speed that belied her pose. I watched her with more interest as I drew closer, my brisk steps slowed down a notch.  I saw a tear as it escaped and raced down her pinkened cheek.

It could have been easier to avert my eyes and pretend I neither saw her nor witnessed her private pain. I didn’t want to embarrass her, yet, I couldn’t resist slowing down and deliberately saying hello to catch her eyes.

Her expressive dark brown eyes shared its story in that brief moment of raising them to look at me.

I smiled. I was smiling not just at the physical person that I saw, but at the soul within.  I didn’t know what her burdens were and what the secret in her melancholic eyes was, but I hoped that in offering her that smile and nod, I offered her a prayer that made her know that yes, everything is going to be alright.

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20 thoughts on “The Brief Smile…

  1. “The flower that smiles today
    Tomorrow dies;
    All that we wish to stay
    Tempts and then flies;
    What is this world’s delight?
    Lightning, that mocks the night,
    Brief even as bright.–

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