Mona Lisa Smile

I had coffee with an old friend yesterday. Someone whom I haven’t met in a very long time, in spite of living in the same city. I have never seem to get her. I usually figure out a person within 15 minutes of meeting them. However, even after 3 years of knowing her, I still don’t seem to understand what she’s made of!

I’m normally very wary of people who don’t talk a lot. Who tend to keep quiet, even in a group, who prefer to listen and speak only when spoken to. I usually get a very sinister feeling from such people. However, despite belonging to this category, is an absolute misfit. Why do I say so? Because this girl is badass. Ruthlessly independent, a free spirit so-to-speak, on her day she can demolish an army of cynics out to get her. Yet, I find this innate sadness in her face that I have never understood. She can draw you in with one glance and break your heart with that Mona Lisa smile.

So my friend, if my fears are unwarranted, I’m only looking out for you. If I’m right, then cheer up. I know life sucks, people mostly suck, and that is why, my dear, we have Taco Bell! Don’t you worry, I got your back.