Happiness Diaries - 2

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.