THE LITTLE THINGS.

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THE LITTLE THINGS.

what makes you happy?
Leave all your work for 2 minutes. Scroll the page a little slower than you usually do. Let your eyes rest a little on every word you read and think. What makes you happy?
Dear friend, I have something that I have to tell you. Come closer. Do listen...
what makes you happy?
feeling the grass on your back as you see the stars shine brightly? wearing a bindi to work for a change? taking candle lit baths during a power cut? starring into the space for a while after completing a great novel?
what makes you happy?
What makes you happy?
sleepless nights? Long conversations that witness dawn? Sharring a packet of Kurkure with you best friend?
What makes you happy dear friend?
having your heart shattered at the brilliance of a tragic novel? Dance like crazy at shitty songs? Sitting at a famous flyover at night and having ice cream?
when someone shares their chocolate with you?
taking random long drives on your 10 years old "papa ki bike? maybe stopping at the overbridge for a while to see what the road below looks like? Having really spicy food at the dhaba while you hear the truck horns play the 'dhoom' melody? smilling at random strangersband seeing them smile back?
What indeed makes you happy?
visiting a holy place of some other religion? washing your face with cold water in the hauz, before saying your prayers in the masjid? play a round or two of garba at the temple. Finding a Jew Synagogue and expiriencing a new religion altogether?
what makes you happy?
talking to random people and hear the story they have to share. Learning how to say Nungairi Bo (how ate you) from your Manipuri friends? wearing a Makhela Sador draped by your assamese friend, in traditional day?
Travelling? writting? listening? Talking a lot?
looking for your grandma's school on google map and see her eyes light as she see it?
what makes you happy dear friend?

-Rumani Trivedi

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