Prismatic Happiness

Happiness has been among one of the most well explored states of satisfaction.
Man has constantly been in the pursuit of happiness. But has anyone actually ever explored that realm of the heart that makes us feel ‘happy’.
While I jogged in the park every evening, meeting new faces and looking at some old sweaty ones had taken the place of a daily chore. When others jogged,a few tried catching their breath, I happened to notice a little young boy sitting by the sidewalk. With his tiny hands shoved in his face, he appeared to me as if he were bereaved of his carefree life as a child. Days passed, and so did weeks,but the little boy didn’t move an inch from his spot on the pavement. Another evening was at its crest, I just couldn’t hold my curiosity in anymore. I started walking towards the boy, even me sitting beside him didn’t happen to intrigue him at all. For the first time in my life, I was nervous about taking to none other than this mum child.So I began this very weird conversation on a very casual note by asking him his name, to my surprise, he got up that very moment and left the park. The next day I saw the little tremor again, I kept thinking whether or not I should go over and commence this colossal task again. I just couldn’t disturb the serene look on his face. The next day I bloated up myself with courage, determined to inquire the reason of his acquired solitude. After I was done with the jog, I went up to him and asked him his name, suddenly the boy got up and snapped at me saying that his mother had told him not to talk to strangers. To this, I very neutrally asked him about the whereabouts of his mother. He ran away. Again. The next day I waited till it was time for him to leave the park. I followed him down the alley he plodded. Following him, I reached his abode only to find that the casserole of loathing his parents were over-heating was the perfect recipe for divorce. Clanking of crockery and shards of hope lay crippled on the floor,inviting the inmates to bruise themselves.

The kid came running out of his house with fingers deeply plunged into his ears at lightning speed, leaving behind a house of cards built on quicksand. Just as he saw me, he started kicking dirt on me, crying at the same time. Tired of the miserable prank life played on him, he hugged me. And in that hug of a minute, I succumbed to the situation but I also realised that how easily we take people for granted. Every tick of the clock takes something away, fades something, and brings something to life. And most importantly, acts as a constant reminder of the fact that not everyone is as lucky as you are to have someone to make you smile, to laugh with you, to wipe your tears even before they die while tracing their way down your face.

Happiness is still an algorithm that remains undeciphered. Happiness is still, for some people as abrupt as London’s weather. But most importantly, happiness is understanding someone without the exchange of words and gestures.