This morning was different. Usually it is corroded with an ubiquity of problems. I step out with heavy feet without expecting any miracle to happen. But this disparate morning was fresh with the touch of the velvety wind. It started with the aroma of a perfect cup of Darjeeling tea as the crimson daylight filtered in my room through the folds of the drapes. The streets and train stations were brimming as usual. But today, the busy faces in the crowd looked content. It was good to realise that they haven’t forgotten to smile.
I am happy it was a different morning. I am happy to see them smile...
