Happiness is synonymous to him. The first time I heard of this word was probably around 5 years of age, when it seemed like a forced expression on me to live with. From the age of five till thirty, I matured with hearing muffled sounds, loud instructions, casual comments, eavesdropping conversations, eyeing expressions of people and understanding their ‘adults gestures’ resulting constant failures towards being ‘happy’. Despite several attempts to act joyous, I flopped on the stage. Oh! But I never mind and enjoyed my own utopia till the time he came to my life. Initially so much chaos within me, I pushed him back, the frequency was often but it is like Newton’s third law, every action has a reaction.. the only contradiction is the positivity in that reaction. The more I acted, the improved reaction is there. This melted my soul deep down, the layers of sorrows started to melt and then the exploration began. The opportunity to meet my own self began here. Never before I realized I could smile from inside or being happy from within. This utopia is more enchanting and fantabulous than any other I had created in the past. This consists of real beings than fictional characters and world. The laughter is so giggling that I could feel tears rolling down my own cheeks in gratitude. From thirty to forty, this landing has maturity in it. Deep and satisfying..fantastical but real.. how much I wish and pray for it to lead me towards my last journey.. serene and heavenly..

R. Jeddy