something (un)valuable passed on

everyday he used to wake up and prepare himself for the grueling day at the office. he had a good life. a dotting mother who was used to treating him as the royal prince of god knows which place. a sweet sister with whom he could pick up fights and enjoyed bossing on her. a dad whom he had made proud by his achievement in career as well as studies. no body was worried about him being unhappy.he didn't have any reason to be unhappy. least did his friends and family know about the demons of his head. life was good and yet there was something missing and no matter how hard he tried he never found an answer.
each day as he reached the station to catch the train he made sure he was early so that he never had to stress about missing his train. daily as he used to wait there he would plug in his i-pod and listen to the choicest of songs and hop on to the train as it reached the platform.
there was another thing that used to happen daily. as he would be early he would notice a group of girls along with a lady busily settling in to tie up the flowers to sell them off during the day. dressed in rags they always occupied the same spot got busy. it was a common sight at all stations and yet he always used to look for them.he loved to particularly spot a girl among them whose name he didn't know. and everyday she had the same expression on her face. it was tough to decipher it and yet it intrigued him.
he was restless for no reason from the morning and he was late as he rushed past to catch his train he caught her face in a fleeting moment when suddenly she smiled. he froze and his heart had skipped a beat. when a the moment passed carrying away all his demons in a slow jog he caught his train when a smile sat on his face. she had passed on her smile to him and her joy had managed to seep through to his soul
it was years since his smile reached his heart or maybe other way round. that was the day when finally he welcomed back his sleeping soul free from all the pain to enjoy the rainbow set on his face

life blooms at tiniest of moments