Dailyprompt
Harish was different person from all others in his friends. His skin was dark, with copper complexion and pretty eyes that twinkled in the sun; it was not all about the way he looked. His IQ was below average, that is why he had difficulties with activities and discussions. However, what he would be seriously deficient in was raw mental genius; what he had instead was passion.
He was also some how given to picking flowers that were on the ground and then neatly aranging them for other people to see. The joy in his eyes and the concern for other folks served the role of expression confidently: “I am here; I see you.” While some people accused him of something, everyone else appreciated his innocent and innocent outlook on things.