There is a picture of yours in a silk saree. Hairs straightened; face partly covered with your hands, hiding a laugh. Whenever I feel that my life is fast turning rudderless, whenever I start losing my connect with what is beautiful about life, I see that smile on your face, I do a zoom and look into your twinkling eyes, I catch the glean of flash bulbs on your silken hair, and I am back to loving life again.
Frozen in time is your smile, you are the reason I tread another mile.
Rajesh
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