You will never be happy if you continue to search
for what happiness consists of - Albert Camus
Happiness lies in the smell of the wet earth
after the first shower of rain. Cuddling up under a warm blanket on a
cold winter morning. Blowing rainbow coloured soap bubbles and watch them float away gently. Finding old
letters while cleaning up old boxes and re-reading them. Going through old albums
and laughing at how terrible I looked in the Green polka-dotted frock.
Happiness is synonymous to a warm mug of coffee with a favourite paperback. A kid in the balcony, basking in the soft winter sun, trying to peel her first orange. Bumping into a long-lost friend and letting the floodgates of your memories open. Putting your favourite number on repeat on your iPod and turn oblivious to your surroundings.
Happiness is what the taste buds experience when you plop the first phuchka into your mouth and it breaks open to release the sweet-tangy liquid! The feeling when you dive into a cold swimming pool on a
hot summer afternoon. When you suddenly find the long-lost single ear-ring which
had got separated from its pair.
Happiness is the long evening walks with you in the hills, ending with steaming plates of momo. Getting wet in the rains just for the sake of it. Its the feeling when you hold my hand or hug me tight. It is how my face lights up when my cell phone beeps receiving your text message.
Happiness
is waking up in the morning to start a fresh new day. Happiness is
going to bed, looking forward to the dawn of a promising new day.
