"Doesn't it seem like things are smiling at you?" Sanj asked me.
We were sharing a table, studying at the library. It was freshman year at college, and people did grow strange at midterm. But he was sincere and seemingly both hinged and balanced.
At my expression, Sanj jabbed a finger at the chrome pencil sharpener. "See? It's curved. Like it's cheerful. Like it's smiling."
And it did look cheerful. Another time, Sanj traced the happy curve of the heavy food-service dish and held up the polished metal bowl of a serving spoon in place of his own smile. From the opposite side of a lecture hall, he'd point out the joyful bend in the face of a clock or the goofy grin made by crooked window-shades.
From time to time, when I spot an unlikely smile, I think of him and hope that he still sees smiles all around.
11/3/2013 12:47:26 pm
: ).. nice!
11/4/2013 02:56:53 am
Okay Dawn, now that's just freaky-strange.
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