- I spent one entire weekend with mom without either of us saying anything stingy at the other.
- We checked out some houses (we’re house hunting for a new place)
- Mom made dahi puri for me in the evening. Now dahi puri is unhealthy because I have a sore throat, and the chutney and cold curd would not do me good. But eating unhealthy food is fun and she made it because I asked her to.
- I spent some wonderful time at ‘The chocolate room’ in Ahmadabad. I had a large black coffee, an almond cold coffee, and a Chocó-chilli sandwich. It was a wonderful sandwich it had chillies and chocolate scrapings in it. The chocolate would clash with the chilly and it was oh-so-good. I got a nice table all for myself and wonderful internet speed to watch some of my favourite anime.
- I saw this poster while searching for a new poster to buy. It gave me a sense of reassurance, that there is more to me than some of the problems I had recently started thinking on.
- On the way to Baroda from Ahmadabad I got a bus that had half the seats empty. I could sit on an entire three seat row all by myself and read. When the bus conductor turned off some of the lights he let two lights on so that I could read. He then got up from his single seat and sat on another empty row seat. Those of you who have travelled by GSRTC busses know of this seat. It is the single seat at the entrance which has handle bars in front of it for people to hold on to while climbing on/off. So when you sit on this seat, you can sink in a little and rest your feet on this handle bar. Such a comfortable position to read in.
- The window in front of me was open with a just little tiny gap that let a cool breeze in. The breeze would hit my naked feet and make me feel as if my feet were in a river of flowing cool water. And the best part was that no one complained about it or asked me to shut the window.
- I thought of two women whom I admire. One is ofcourse this wonderful doting big sister whom I love as much as I can. The other is of course the is B to my A, the Alpha to my Omega, the Sheila to my jawani, the fevicol to my photo. They just cheer me up.
“We want the world to know her real name.
“My daughter didn’t do anything wrong, she died while protecting herself.
“I am proud of her.Revealing her name will give courage to other women who have survived theseattacks. They will find strength from my daughter.”
7 thoughts on “(High on) Happiness”
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All these small little things make us soo happy. Don't they?! 🙂 And we still worry about the big things
It's like the impact the things make.. bunch of Small things together or a big thing.. Like you going away, and now I have no one eat cheese burst with
Made me happy to just read this. Have another great day
Sometimes it really is all the little things that can add up to a truly joyful day 🙂
It's always the trifles that add up :)Gave a lovely feeling reading this! Hope another Happy High Day comes by soon… 🙂 Or just a happy day! 🙂