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Love is in the air.....



Love has been eternal always. From gifting a bouquet or diamonds to a small act of kindness, love is in the air.

No matter how much cruelty has seeded itself in a person, love peeks out in some form through one's actions and intentions.



Love is the core feeling that radiates through every particle of your soul. A smile is the only most precious and valued ornament that won't cost you a penny. It makes you look beautiful.Why not wear it everyday? 

A smile and a kind act is all that you need to show your love to the world and capture hearts wherever you go. When you have a weapon that can transform a scowl into a beautiful grin, why not make use of it? Unfortunately, most don't. Why not initiate a beautiful revolution with something as simple as a smile?

Make someone's day bright with a warm smile of yours and see how good it makes you feel. So simple, right?

Today is the celebration of love and kindness to spread and sprinkle everywhere you go.

Don't know how to start? What about starting out small by buying roses for that janitor in your apartment to tell her how much you respect and admire her for her noble work and sincerity or maybe giving a tip to that waiter with a meagre wage at the cafe you spend your evenings at? Sounds like a good start to me.


Why do it for just a day? Let every day be Valentines day.


I'm already in. Want to join this revolution? Let's do this together. Let's change someone's day by #ThatOneSmile


Share the story behind the magic you felt in the comment section below.


#LoveEach   #ThatOneSmile

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