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Finding Happiness

There are a thousand things in my everyday life that I do not like. Peeling garlic, commuting through traffic, folding clothes and cleaning my closet, getting my hairy legs and hands waxed, looking at a pile of utensils in the kitchen sink, indulging in small talks with people or getting dragged into a discussion about makeup products (I know, this one makes me weirder)- the list of my dislikes is pretty long. 

Keeping my dislikes aside, I wonder about the little things in my day-to-day life that give me pure joy. Enjoying a big steaming hot cup of tea accompanied with my favorite biscuits is a bliss for me every morning. Feeling the warmth inside while gulping the hot tea makes me happy. Strange enough, I usually fail to appreciate such simple pleasant activities while rushing through my monotonous schedule.

After a bit of introspection, I have listed down a couple of things that take me to the 'happy zone'. Whether it is a long shower after a tiring day, a bowl of hot soup, the smell of a new book, a gripping novel, a power nap, a soothing song, a warm quilt on a cold night, a big tub of ice-cream or the smell of a freshly baked cake- my happiness comes in small packages.


The Beauty of Spring at Red River Trail, Irving, Texas
Spring's Beauty
Lately, I have realized that nature too plays a role in my happiness quotient. I miss those sweet memories of my childhood; basking under the sun and chatting with my mother on a winter afternoon or trying to count the stars in the sky on a cool summer night. A clear blue sky, warm sunshine, moonlight streaming through my window, a starlit night sky, birds visiting my balcony, the smell of wet earth- I have started paying a bit of attention to all of these.


At the risk of sounding preachy and philosophical, I do admit that some of the best things in life are free.






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