Happiness Diaries – 2
I
could see stars, not above, but parallel to me, floating, shimmering,
like a sea of some millions of silver Christmas bulbs. A buttery
dinner and a general happy air
made me walk the short stretch at Dalhousie. A crescent moon was
hanging right there, at a distance that made me think I could touch
it. Thankfully, I didn't try for a ravenous gorge was where I could
have landed in that clutch-the-moon attempt.
I
could smell the pines, hundreds and thousands of them, watching me
with a happy expression I assume, for I was smiling for no reason.
But then, happiness seldom needs a reason. Evey step that I took was
slower than the last, for I wanted to live every second, every
nanosecond. Hey There Delilah streamed
from my phone, a perfect background, to the imagery that was all
around the diehard romantic - me.
In
those seconds, I knew I need no reason to be happy. For every rose
that God has taken away, he has gifted me with a bouquet. Be it Pa,
or anyone. So, I am in no mood to complain. Not now, not ever. I feel
blessed; often thinking of all the good I may have done in my last
birth, for having landed there.
Yes,
I do believe in reincarnation. For one, it's a great driving force to
do more good. Sounds greedy, yes, I'm greedy, always seeking for
more.
Going
against all the notions of rationality, I wanted to swing over my
legs to the cliff and sit on some boulder there, soaking it all in.
But I couldn't, for a slightly rational friend was with me. And I had
given her enough tough time with my little eating-no sleep-nonstop
stargazing regime in the entire trip. The last thing I wanted to
happen then was to topple over the cliff and land in some pine roots.
Yes, these things aren't rare with me, I am one lucky gal who can
fall face-flat on a smooth road; toppling over a cliff was, of
course, inviting.
Breathing
in as much as I could of the pine laden wind, I reckoned I was happy.
Travelling.
