My eyes gazed this man as I was having my tea. He was standing few feet away, deep in conversation with someone. At first I noticed the shape he was in, wondering if he was an underpaid worker, if he had a tough day today, poor guy perhaps still has to work at his old age… but suddenly he smiled, and all those thoughts vanished from my head. All I could think was, he is happy. It did not matter that he wore a torn banyan, or if he was poor. He was to me a beautiful person now.
“I’ve never seen a smiling face that was not beautiful.”