I wonder.What is it?Happiness,which comes and fades by no sooner and plays hide and seek on and off.:-) Maybe.Maybe a moment when you cross a road,alone,and meet a lady who just asks you to help her cross the road,and holds your hand while you bid her goodbye with a smile.Isnt it lovely to get cared for from people who just saw you,leave aside knowing you.Isnt it the moment when you enter a hospital(which i so much hate to do),all alone,oh,i miss my parents most at those times,and are greeted well by the registration desk uncle who makes sure that you get your appointment done,and checks again as if you were his daughter.:-)And despite waiting since ages for the doctor,and killing time by listening to music,and you listen to your favourite song, and pat comes a tear,a smile ,from nowhere,taking that strange feeling away,making you feel normal,at peace . Or when your best friend calls you up to check why you arent there in office and are you doing good since the last time you talked to her,which was yesterday.??Or when your bestest junior in office texts that she misses you :-) ?Talking of office,there are loads of such moments arent they??The moments when those teammates that fight and make fun of you so much, try take out time to talk to you when its your last day in the project ? Or your friends,who so much understand by the look on your face or your "hi" that you are having a bad day??As you get back home and enter the society,with a typical lost look,and are welcomed by a smile by the watchman and some beautiful kids with their ever glowing faces with beautiful smiles on them,playing,shouting and running.These beautiful moments make you feel life,just when you think all is gone.Just when you think you've been wrong again, in judging what life is all about.Those moments in the gym when you meet friends,few great ladies,who love you like their daughters and make you feel special and ensure that you come out smiling.:-)Or maybe those mails by your best buddies which frequent your mailbox,and contain nothing but lots of statements aimed at making fun of you,but you still love to read each one of them.Those freinds who are cobfession boxes and the best things to have ever happened to you,who listen and read your blabber all the time with a neutral yet partial reaction,suited to make you happy all the time,and in the end,truth to hold you grounded.Or that unexpected mail from your brother asking you whats happening.Or those moments when you wake up early before the sun,ride a bicycle and get to see that beautiful half lit road with the airy weather adding to the glamour,and reach late and have a whale of time with people who love their life so much.Or those moments when you laugh your heart out,and bring smiles on other's faces,so much that you hardly care what happens next.Or that unexpected compliment which brings that kid smile on you.Or that beautiful walk which rejuvantes you,as you sink in rememberances,which make you smile,and feel beautiful.Or the smiles on your face when you watch a beautiful movie and feel lost for some moments in a while,a face unknown,lots of dreams,not caring if such dreams exist or not.:-)Or the moments when you know that you have lost the game,but still bother to feel great and say "Damn It! " and come out of it happy!! :-)
You experience so much of such beautiful moments which make your days perfect,if not life.Who would have ever bothered about such moments if life would have been perfect?Dont these small perfect things make your life perfect in its own ways? Who cares about those moments which never existed anyways? If you weave dreams and they dont turn out to be the ones as you had imagined,just remember that accidents turn into miracles and vice versa, you just got to have eyes to look for and heart to care for moments that are so much with you and make your life beautiful!!
Thank you god for the people who make my life perfect in their own ways and bless those things which make it imperfect coz they make me understand how important it is to be happy and contented with so much around you.
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