A busy road on a regular rainy afternoon. 

The car stops at the traffic signal. 

Different people approach the halted vehicles to sell their articles - showpieces for the dashboard,  chips and munchies, flowers, strawberries and balloons. 

And then, there's this girl. An adolescent. Shabby. Unkempt. She moves from car to car with a bunch of balloons in her left hand, across habitual apathy. Suddenly, she stops by the dewy window pane of a car. Thinks who-knows-what for a fraction of a second. And then with utmost care, draws a heart on the glass. Completely ignoring the curious glances of a bemused spectator. 

Another girl - a younger friend perhaps, joins her soon. And once she's done drawing, both exchange a glance. The younger one steps forward and just below her drawing, slowly writes 'l-o-e-v'. 

By then, I have this perfectly stupid smile on my face. 

Love misspelt is also love.