Something cute and deep

"Real isn't how you're made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real, you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like beng wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real,most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things won't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

~from THE VELVETEEN RABBIT by Margery Williams

Happy

Happy.
Its a nice word. I like it.
I like it the same way i like the words chamgadad (bat in hindi) and obnoxious.
They sound nice to say, the way they roll off your tongue.


So what makes you happy?

Does a direct jump from 70% in pre-boards to 91% in boards make you happy?
In my case it doesn't. As yet, i'm not sure why.


So, what does make you happy?

Some will think me crazy reading the things listed here. The dumbest things can make me happy, somethings that are worthless to others.

Like rain. And a cloudy sky.
I'm a sucker for rain. A bit of drizzle makes my day.
And i love cloudy days. They're lazy, not too bright, not too dark. Also, you never can guess what time is it, on cloudy days. It might as well be evening, though its afternoon.
I like that feeling of time-less-ness.


Then, i like stuffed toys. The fluffy and cuddly ones. They just make you wanna hug them.


Nice soft songs that you can sing along with, songs that remind you of things, especially songs that you used to like, but haven't heard for a while make me happy.
Listening to them, the world seems... I dunno, perfect?


And yeah, my parents and friends make me happy. Just seeing my mom smile at me everyday in the morning makes me happy.


Long endless drives to nowhere at night make me happy. Delhi is beautiful at night. Especially on windy days.


And yeah, obviously, wind makes me happy. Strong, chilly gusts of wind.




Thats about it. I'm sorry, but gadgets, marks, t.v. serials, food and other worthless,pain-in-the-ass, materialistic things don't (stuffed toys are NOT materialistic thingies).

The things i've listed above, i THINK they make me happy. Cause i don't think the feeling they cause could be described as anything else.

That feeling of completeness. Like life couldn't be better. As if there's nothing more you need. Actually, sometimes, there isn't.