As I was driving back home through the busy traffic on a not so busy weekend, I had an encounter with an insect on its way to somewhere. It didn’t mean to dash on me, neither did I. Little did I care for that insect as I wiped it off my face. But as I did I left something behind. In my lips. I might have pulled a muscle there, cause it felt almost as if I were smiling. I couldn’t think of a reason to. But I didn’t bother much and let it be there. I thought about it though. May be the insect died. May be the ghost got caught in my head. And it’s rushing through my filed memories. But they are all stacked up. It must be the recent ones. Then I wondered what that might be that brought a smile on my face. Then I thought about yesterday. Then I thought about you. That smile haunted me for the rest of my journey.
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