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I don't believe it when people say I have sad eyes.. I smile it away.. a bit of pain in it though..
I go back home, lock myself in my room.. stand in front of the mirror and check its reflection..
I don't see any sadness in them.. not anymore..
But next time I go out, I will just make sure that I don't forget my spectacle at home..

Ankita D.

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