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THE POWER OF SMILE



I was sitting beside my favorite place on the bus, ' the window seat'. 
Window seats always work like a time machine. 
As its make you go through your past or the future.
Most of the time we get so lost in our thoughts that we are 
unable to see from the window, even we are seeing in the same direction. 




The same was going with me, when I was thinking about some idea to write and completely lost in myself. 
Even the music in the bus was unable to break my concentration.
And then something happened. 
It was a red light and the driver stopped the bus, I was unaware about it and an another bus came and just stop so close to my bus. 
The view outside the window got changed then and was able to see the people who are sitting on the window seat of that bus. 
And suddenly my eyes got something.
 It was something really adorable that I couldn't take off my eyes. It was a beautiful smile.
 And I couldn't stop myself to smile back. 
The signal went green and buses had moved and headed towards their direction. 
And I found something, a reason to write of course. I think that's why people keep saying always wear a smile on your face, you never know when you will become a reason for someone's smile.

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