Written by Nandini Sethi
Happiness is a cup of hot chocolate,
A single penny found in the depths of a forgotten pocket,
An impromptu snuggle with your cat,
Re-watching a film, narrating the dialogues word for word.
As the tyres of a broken-down car skid against the asphalt,
Dismantling puddles, creating new messes,
I find that happiness is children,
Finding purpose in them.
The smell of paint from miles away,
The rustling of paper with dried ink on it,
A pencil with the perfect point tip,
And a sunset on a rooftop.
Happiness is ignorance, bliss, knowledge,
It’s to know, but not, to choose, but not have a choice.
Happiness is starting out to bake a cake,
But stopping halfway to devour the imperfect dough.
