When I was ten years old, my parents took me to a new park to ride my bicycle. I had finally learnt how to ride without my training wheels and, this park had a track to ride on. That was when I saw you. My father told me to only look at things on my … Continue reading The other side
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My kind of smile
The smile I flash a stranger when they look familiar to me, but my brain has not processed from where I know them. Most of the time, it is a wrong guess and, I smile at a stranger. I make them feel uncomfortable in the 30 seconds that it takes to walk past me. I … Continue reading My kind of smile
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