Pebble Of Happiness

The era of material happiness, fake smiles, make-believe feelings, leaves us with a question pricking our conscience – Is there any truth and purity in the words, actions, and feelings left in this world at all? There is always an answer to life’s cryptic questions which we fear to ask , the possibility of an answer which we may not be ready for is our greatest fear. It’s strange though, how under the very ‘normal’ circumstances, life shows us, what we all seek, happiness.

We are blind. Each of us. Blind to the little things which makes a difference.

Today, as I was walking back to my apartment from a place quite distant from where I stay, I saw one of the most usually unusual scenes which one can see on Indian streets. I saw a little boy playing with stones while his mother was sitting besides watching him play with a tiny piece of pebble.  You might ask, what’s so unusual about this sight? We see such things happening around us ten times a day. No. What was so unusual about it was the purity, the childish innocence of the little boy. Have you ever stopped; stopped to take a look at the “street urchins” playing around in their own world far away from the reality of their fate? What was so unusual about that scene?  It was the happiness that glared in the little boy’s face. It was the satisfaction in his mother’s eyes. In this world, where happiness is murdered by fabricated smiles and kindness, there still exists hope, a light that glows, a light I saw today in the eyes of a mother. She perhaps knew that she would not be able to do much more about their conditions; her eyes still glowed to a light of simplicity, a simple feeling of love. There still exists happiness in smallest of deeds.   Small things do make a difference. I knew I had been lucky to witness a beautiful panorama of unadulterated feelings. Little things can mean so much sometimes, subtly touch your heart and charges it with rhapsody of bliss. Happiness is contagious; I walked the rest of the road with a smile on my face and a smile in my heart. Because it’s a bittersweet symphony this life, bitterness may overhaul you sometimes, but it’s sweetness will always be irreplaceable to our heart. Our Life.