People have this capacity to leave behind a slice of themselves, their moods. And thats wat makes life so awesome when u run into people. People with big bright smiles. Colorful people. People whose pasted memories got all non-grainy when you saw them. In your head.
Inside a seminar hall. Or outside it. On the fourth floor of M block. Under a tree fiddling with twigs. Or on fourth seaward road, amidst flashes of light and christmassy blankets. An attempt to surprise twice even!
I, btw, am still smiling.
