I do not remember the last time I felt so happy.
I didn’t even know that it was possible for me to hold such large amounts of excitement, and that my tiny body was even capable of containing the intensity of such emotions.
Before you think that I just landed a million dollar book deal, let me tell you, this is, for the very first time in my life, not about my career or my academics.
The reason I’ve been behaving like a photon in a LASER is this.
I got drenched in rain, for the very first time in my life.
Well, don’t make that face, now. I know it’s not much for some people, but for me, it’s such an important milestone.
My first thunderstorm.
My first cup of Mocha in the rain.
My first evening of walking along the damp and scenic road of NIT, Trichy, with an amazing bunch of friends.
My first ever gush of shivers, that the cool breeze brought with it, as it brushed against my dripping wet clothes that were sticking on to my skin.
It’s like a dream. A perfectly, incandescently flawless dream, morphed into reality.
It’s one of my happiest memories, so far. And I decided to write it out, as soon as possible. So please do forgive me if there isn’t the expected level of class of sophistication in this post, because the exhilaration hasn’t drained from my body yet, and I’m still in the excited state.
This is sheer uncontaminated happiness.
However, what really is happiness?
Happiness is rain.
Happiness is coming home, after a long vacation, and realizing that the best place to find yourself is not a picturesque holiday destination, but your very own bedroom. Happiness is that wave of relief that rolls over your mind, as you crash on your soft, crisply made bed, as that thought finally dawns on you.
Happiness is staying at home.
Happiness is looking across a large and heavily packed room full of strangers, and having someone smile at you. Happiness is getting closer, and realizing that strangers are just friends you still haven’t met, and rules you haven’t broken with. Happiness is friendship.
That adhesive, which keeps a group of friends calm and patient while taking almost a hundred selfies, in the same pose, over and over again, just because one of them in the gang didn’t get their face right, is happiness.
Happiness is making memories.
Happiness is calling your mother from college, and for the first time not having your voice quiver with homesickness or to bury your emotions of sorrow or depression. Happiness is, knowing that your mother is happy, because you’re happy.
Happiness is knowing that it won’t last forever, but being okay with it anyway.
XOXO,
Bala.
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P.S. This post is dedicated to Gauthami, an amazing person with a wonderful heart and a beautiful smile who pushed me out of my ‘block’ phase and made me write. Love you, girl. :* :*
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