At one point of time, many a days ago, I concluded that I can be happy if I remove my past from my memory. It was easy then, I stored all my memories into various closets, closed them and stacked them somewhere deep inside my memory. Normally it’s not required to retrieve the same. So, I forgot the past.
Suddenly the door opened, and she came in. There she is, looking at me with those mesmerizing charming eyes.
I look back at her. Did I smiled? I don’t know.