My life is so uneventful that even the smallest and the littlest things start mattering to me so much. That single smile changed the course of my day.
Strangely, I felt more cheerful than I had felt in weeks; I even stood up to answer a question in the Maths class.
Nowadays, the housekeeper is the only person who smiles at me, and it nabs me that her smile arises out of sympathy. They seem so fake to me that I have stopped smiling back.
I find myself staring at the guy in the blue shoes during the recess. He sits at the opposite end of the crowded canteen, but I can still see his square face. His features are nothing extraordinary but somehow, he stands out to me like the northern star in the pitch black night.
I keep looking at him like a creepy stalker; I finally have something to do.
Today isn't that uneventful.