Smiles are magical :)

A smile is much more than a non-verbal greeting or expression of happiness. It conveys a lot more. Be it a grin, beam, smirk, simper or anything else, a smile speaks a thousand words.

Many people have a beautiful smile. But a smile makes everyone beautiful. It is amazing how simply expanding a few muscles could do wonders. As the saying goes, “A smile is a curve that makes things straight.”

When was the last time you smiled without reason? Nowadays, we tend to smile more in front of the screen of our smartphone than to people around us. Smiles can be a symbol of friendliness, courage, hope, encouragement, inspiration, admiration, happiness, awe and so many other feelings. A smile could mean different things to different people. More or less, a heartfelt smile is enough to brighten up someone’s day.

You many not believe me, so try this for yourself. Smile to every person you meet on your way- the ones you know and you don’t. It may be that strangers might be caught off-guard, but eventually they too will return you one. I talk out of personal experience. There are few people in my life whose smile means the world to me. All I wish for is a smile from them every day. When they smile, I feel so much warmth. I am convinced that nothing can go wrong, everything will be okay.

Smiles can indeed be magical. It could be the sunshine and ray of hope someone saw in particularly dark times. I am not referring to the fake smiles that we give while clicking those thousands of selfies. A genuine smile does not require effort; it just beams from your face and makes you feel lovely. Of course, the recipient too feels the same if not less!

Somebody’s smile makes my day. Consequently, I am elated and smile to someone else I meet. This lifts her/his spirits and it passes on. I had never imagined the wonders a cute little smile could do.

If you are reading this, I want to see you smile. Keep smiling and spreading happiness! Together we have to make this world a better place and let me tell you this- YOUR SMILE MATTERS!


Smiling faces

I go for a walk to a nearby park every morning. My entire family goes, but not all of us together. I meet many people there. Most of them are my parents’ acquaintances. Both of them are quite outgoing. Naturally, I tend to interact with those people. Be it a good morning, a smile or an actual conversation, I talk to a number of people everyday. That is how my day begins.

Often, I’ve been complimented by these people I meet for my ever-smiling face. They say it is a pleasure to see a smiling me every morning. It kind-of brightens up their morning. In response, I chuckle or give a wider grin. I don’t know how to respond to them. For some, I feel sorry, because they do not have daughters. One big reason people tend to like me is that they don’t have daughters. I’m a sweet talker, so most ELDERS click with me easily. Yes, I had to capitalize elders, because when you consider people my age, I’m friendless.

What if the people I smile to (and apparently the ones who adore me for my cheerfulness) come to know how empty I feel on the inside? What if they know how lonely, isolated, depressed and weak I feel? What if they know how badly I want to talk to someone my age and share with them every stupid and sad, good and bad phenomena in the world? What if they know how badly I need to release my frustration? What if they know I’m so worn out I feel I’d explode? What if they know of the void, nothingness and worthlessness I feel inside me? What if they know I’ve reduced to nothing more than a parasite not fed by the host anymore? What if they know how sad and depressed I actually am? What if they know I was a loner and had nobody to listen to me? What if they know I’d lost all hope? What if they know I am┬ánothing like the one they thought I am? What if they know I was not the ideal one?

It is not that I put up fake smiles like makeup every morning. The smiles are genuine. They come because each morning when I wake up I resolve to start fighting all over again; to become stronger; to get rid of the depression. I start reveling in fiction, I try to put back my scattered pieces. But as the day unfolds, I realize that nothing worked. I sleep a horrible night to wake up to another ‘push yourself again’ morning. The cycle continues each day.

Well, nothing if the what ifs came true. They would not like me. They would not like me AT ALL.