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Happiness is


Happiness is when I lie down on a beach and listen to the relentless music of the ocean.

Happiness is when I touch a flower and feel love in my heart.

When I sit on a mountain top feeling the mist washing my soul.

When I know that people are what they are because their circumstances made them so.  And so I can understand them.  I can accept them.  As they are.

Knowing that everyone is driving the car at the best of her/his potential.  Hooting is a cry for help. Happiness is when I help. 

Happiness is knowing that helping is the most painful task I can fulfil.

Happiness is the realisation that I don’t need anything more than I already have.  That I can call it quits if I want.  Because I don’t want anything more.  Happiness is the realisation that less is more.

Mulberries outside my temporary residence
Happiness is the situation in which I can do the job I know on my own terms.  Teach without lesson plans.  Write without research.  Can read Damon Galgut and realise that E M Foster was both a coward and a fighter at the same time.  Can realise that the cool breeze that comes filtering through the mulberry leaves is far more valuable than all the accolades that I can ever get.

Happiness is feeling the thirst of the honeybee in my veins.

Happiness is feeling sad when the honeybee dies under the dry water tap.

Seeing the prince hidden in the frog.  Feeling the frog’s longing for the rain. Standing in the rain totally naked.

Happiness is transparency.

Happiness is.


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  1. wingsMay 4, 2014 at 2:51 PM

    Marvellous! Really happy to have such happy thoughts!

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  2. Richa SinghMay 4, 2014 at 6:33 PM

    Happiness is things that matter not those which are big.

    Richa

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  3. AnonymousMay 4, 2014 at 10:28 PM

    A great post! Happiness is food :)

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  4. pradipwritenowMay 5, 2014 at 10:11 AM

    The absolute happiness is awakening the Inner soul and being able to connect with him. All other happiness are tasteless before this.

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  5. UppalMay 5, 2014 at 10:55 AM

    Enjoyed this lovely prescription for happiness!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMay 5, 2014 at 11:37 AM

      I'm happy I could make this contribution to you, Uppal.

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  6. AmitAagMay 5, 2014 at 12:06 PM

    Happiness is reading poetry in a piece of prose, like this:)

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  7. AmitAagMay 5, 2014 at 12:07 PM

    Happiness is reading poetry in a piece of prose, like this:)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMay 5, 2014 at 12:13 PM

      Thank you, Amit. I must say I loved writing it. I could feel the poetry. Thanks for appreciating that aspect of the blog.

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  8. UnknownMay 5, 2014 at 1:29 PM

    Happiness is knowing your soul :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMay 5, 2014 at 2:37 PM

      Yes, Pankti, I have said quite the same thing in different words. The word 'soul' can be a bit misleading for some people. I used to be more fond of phrases like 'the deepest core'. But 'soul' is easier to use!

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  9. Jyotsna BhatiaMay 15, 2014 at 11:38 PM

    Happiness is also reading such a beautiful post.

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  10. UnknownJune 19, 2014 at 6:04 PM

    Happy to read about Happiness... Great feeling.

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  11. UnknownJuly 27, 2014 at 9:46 PM

    A happy post that made me happy.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 28, 2014 at 6:10 AM

      Happy to have done that. Nice to have you in this space.

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  12. AnonymousJanuary 18, 2016 at 12:36 AM

    When you started a line with 'happiness is feeling sad', it had me thinking, 'So it's not just me'. :)

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  13. Alok singhalOctober 23, 2016 at 4:26 PM

    Happiness is in small things, and I everything around (we just have to be open to see it).

    Lovely read.

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