The Stare

She kept staring at me. For a fraction of a second, I thought she smiled at me. Or did she not? There were unanswered questions in her eyes which she was searching in mine. I stared back at her, but her expressions were frozen. But there was a sense of calmness in them, as she was satisfied in what she was. But then why were they seeking answers from me? I kept staring back at her and hoped she would reveal the secret she was hiding.

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But as always she did not. Mona Lisa was silent, as she has been always.

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