She woke up that day with a smile.
Thank God. Lately days are bright and happy.
Yet that day, it was something else.
After a minute or two, she realized. The reason.
She was amused because she thought it was all long back ago.
She thought she'd forgotten details. Days which once mattered the most.
And here she was, messed up hair and tiny eyes, and the smile.
How a tiny bit from the past make us come alive without us realizing.
How those pieces we thought were buried deep down or removed from our system find their way back on the days that makes most sense to those memories.
How we see the innumerable happy moments over the few that probably caused the drift.
After all she's a wild child with stains.
Sometimes imperfect. Sometimes unclean. But so damn shiny underneath.
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