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The Lost Smile

Updated: Oct 19, 2023

Life gets complicated & convoluted when the past is nothing but a dark pit that drains the moral strength from within any individual.


“The Lost Smile” by Pooja Jonnalagadda tells the story of two friends, one helping the other walk out of the abyss. Both believe it isn’t easy but isn’t impossible.

 

Credits

This contribution is edited by R. S. Chintalapati, & Sreekar Ayyagari, photographed by Ravindra Patoju & acted by Vani Buddhavarapu.

 

Product

This short story is available in paperback & ebook.



 

Can you tell me one thing which you desperately want in life? For me, I want to live. Yes, I want to live no matter how tough things get and I want to have the strength to face my hurdles no matter how tough they get. I know time tests us with everything it has and it shall not stop at anything, but I learnt we should never give up, even if it costs us everything.


By the way, I’m Vani and I’m with such firm convictions because I was stuck in a phase for a long time and it took me everything to come out of it.


Life had never been the same after we parted our ways. Even in the most beautiful times, I felt nothing. Even when everything was as I expected, I never even tried to appreciate it. Three years have passed and yet my heart still retreats to him. Even on the busiest of days, my mind is clouded in his thoughts, his scent, smile; they still make my heart flutter. His presence not only makes me nervous but also makes me do stupid things and even now, years later, nothing changed.


From all the walks, laughter, warm hugs, passionate kisses, leant shoulders, held hands, to everything being vanished, here I am sitting in the dark, crowded in my thoughts. I am stuck and every time I try to move forward, I recall my actions... deeds I have never committed before and acts that cannot be undone. They stay right within me and I have to make peace with myself about my recklessness. Though this realization often rips me apart, I knew, I had to pick myself up for better or worse.


So I tried and changed little by little into a different person. As much as I couldn’t because the past often reminded me of the good old times which cannot be lived again, I knew, I had to get back in life and challenge myself.

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