When I was
a babe of merely one…I would laugh when somebody smiled, giggle when my dad
tickled me. I would cry when my mum
didn't feed me, or if someday tried snatching away the stuff I so wanted.
Happiness didn't mean more than the company of a few 'so wanted' people around.
When I stepped into my school and befriended a few humans like me ,the dimensions of the cubicle of happiness
expanded. From a mere lust for a similar school bag as my classmates carried, I
wanted my parents to drop me to my class, daily in the similar fashion ,as that
of the other girl's did. Slowly and gradually, my definition of happiness hopped from owning a specific model of a car
to submerging into a complete beau monde lifestyle. And little was I aware, that the more I allowed the
materialistic wolf inside, shallower did
my thoughts get towards the real
happiness ,which rested nowhere, but inside.
The little things which we take for granted ,
or fail to notice, because of our long -fed habit of ignorance, are the real
bundles of joy. This morning, while returning from a walk, I came across this
child, who had barely completed the two years of life. Dust fed, shabby haired,
barely clothed yet fortunate enough to
have all the reasons to smile, as he waived his kite, while posing for this
picture.:) Happier,though a little shy, he stood while his eyes gazed the kite meandering
through the sky.
Well Said ..happiness can be found in small things around us ..
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