What Happiness is ??

I don’t know why, but I felt suddenly very dizzy.

It is a very bright, lazy, empty Sunday afternoon. A cloud swam across the blue sky, and I tried to give shape to it. For a moment I imagined that I saw something, a DRAGON, but the form faded in my mind and I realized it had been my imagination. 

Early morning I am wondering What Happiness is? 

How strange. I didn’t rightly know what it means, and I think part of me still clung to the superficial sense of the word; the vague, abstractions that people carry with them. It’s all bullshit. I googled it up and it says, happiness is a steaming pile of emotional refuse spawned by microscopic chemical reactions in the brain. Now don’t ask me what's it, that’s what the INTERNET says.

Now you would be wondering why these random thoughts actually enter my head. Maybe my brain just gets kicks out of thinking about such abstract topics early in the morning. I wonder what that says about my sanity or stability of mind as such. But then I do know how sanity works. That’s how I have managed to pass on this “act” of sanity throughout the 25 odd years of my life. Now, coming back to the topic, Happiness- I could describe it only in the way I could define it. Happiness is something personal. It’s completely customized in my marketing terms. 

Happiness meant holding her hand and walking by her side, knowing that I never have to walk alone. Happiness is sitting by her side all alone, feeling like we are the only two people in the world at that moment and never wanting that moment to end and wishing it would go on forever. Happiness also meant fighting with her every day, just to prove a point that she cares for me, and only me, which is something near miraculous. Happiness also defined my personal feeling that I’m truly the luckiest guy on earth for having found her, and gained her and loved her (which for me is a miracle considering the fact that I used to imagine a life with my television, eating Lays and dying away...) 

Happiness meant all this and much more though I know that the person who was responsible for all this is no longer in my life. I shall admit, I was devastated when she left, even hated her for a while, wondering how such a delight could turn into something so torturous.  But then I realized. That I love her. And that I would always love her. And such a beautiful cause of my happiness could not be the cause of my sorrow. I refuse to insult her memories in my mind by tainting it, calling her a cause of my personal sadness.

I shall always love you, and I shall always be happy.

Thanks: - Chaitra ...FOR HELPING ME FINISH THIS POST ....