What does happiness mean to me?
How should I define it?
Should I define it as the time when the little me used to play with the pebbles in the corner of our garden or should I define it as the nostalgic feeling that I get now when I remember those precious childhood memories?
Should I define it as the brown polka dotted skirt that used to open up like an umbrella every time I swirled around or should I define it as the first time I wore my mom’s saree?
No, I think I will define it as the joy in my father’s eyes when I got selected in to a government college.
But I also remember this guy who gave me butterflies, who made me feel special.
And then there’s this friend I leaned on when I was vulnerable.
And what about rain and my half drenched self, looking at the raindrops racing down the roof top?
Crap I totally forgot about the two people I shared my childhood with. The big brother with whom I watched all the cartoons and went on adventures on our way back to school. Then the elder sister who was my boss, who regulated my timing to go out, and on whose wardrobe I used to fall back in times when I felt I had no suitable clothes for my college functions.
Happiness is also my grandmother who used to sit by the front door till we returned safely back to home and the grandfather who loved to pose for the camera.
Oh and also it’s those little picnic trips I went with my friends to.
Also happiness is my neighbor’s little kid and me chasing the moon.
Happiness is sister’s marriage, brother getting placed and niece and nephew.
Happiness is cousins waiting in hometown for you to come back from your treatment.
Happiness is friends in an unknown city.
Happiness is knowing that no matter how bad the situation is it will pass. Happiness is having courage to smile.
Happiness is everything I am surrounded right now with, happiness is everything I am right now ‘coz I decided not to let its opposite define me.
Happiness is knowing that I am loved and I can love too. Happiness is the awareness that I am on the right path.
Do I go looking for happiness?
Well if we read everything I wrote about I never went looking for it, it was always there. All I did is, I started recognizing it. I started recognizing the pebbles I played with, the skirt I swirled in, the family I have, the guy that loved me, the friends I lean on and the numerous other things. Happiness can come as small little packages or big noticeable boxes, happiness can come as a person or a season, happiness can come as a pebble or a skirt, all we need to do is recognize it and embrace it.
In the end one thing I would like to mention is Happiness is a choice. If you decide to be happy you can find it all around you.