Happiness

Happiness.

A ghost of smile plays on my lips. 

No doubt, an amazing feeling. 

Who don't want it?

 But unfortunately,

Nobody always finds it. 

 

Travelling on the road. It's raining. Traffic. Too much traffic. Horns. People in hush. A girl sitting in the car with her lovely family. She has a younger brother. Quite younger than her. She is observing every creature outside her car's window. Humans are on the top of the list. She feels a little bored. There's nothing amusing around. Some beggars can be seen outside.Sticking to the car windows. She ignores them. Few Balloon sellers are there too. 

"I hate them.", She mutters under her breath. One of them approaches their car. Her little bro starts jumping in the car and asks for buying a balloon. Her Dad questions about the price. She becomes angry and asks her little brother to stop his childish attitude.

"Stop this nonsense, right now!!" She scolds him. He doesn't listen. He's too stubborn. Meanwhile the clever man tries to convince about buying the harmless thingy; which in fact is quite a useless balloon. Her Dad thrash a 20 rupee note-which was too much for a useless balloon -to the man. He gives the balloon in return.

 

The girl observes the man with curiosity. 

A sight she has been longing for, to have. An interesting look to gaze on. After a long drive- she finally found something that intrigued her. That was it.

The signature Triumphant Look on the man's Face. He looked beyond happy. He waved the note to his mate standing a few meters way, who was sticking to a car, convincing the other person's children to buy his balloons.

The clever-now happy-man calls his friend and waves the note again. His friend passes him a weak smile and seems quite impressed with his clever friend's trade. 

But in the whole situation, one person is still in awe. 

The Girl. 

She couldn't describe the feeling she saw on the man's face. His smile never left his face. It reached his eyes. She could simply tell these things.

 

Even the Yardstick of felicity couldn't measure his happiness.

Like a lottery he had just won.

Just a match he won without any opposition.

 

Like he just became a millionaire. 

This was an amazing sight to look. because that was what defined her thoughts at the moment. 

She saw happiness.

 The person was "really" happy. It couldn't be described. It was phenomenal. She turns to look at her little brother. Playing with the balloon. Happily playing.

  "Innocence is Happiness", She defines.

 But she couldn't make up the man's happiness. He really was clever.

This was what the man has done "In pursuit of Happiness".

Author's Note

Was it good? Makes sense?

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a great example of the old saying: "SHOW instead of tell" -- meaning, you picked a great example & you told it like a story, to SHOW us what happiness looks like & feels like & how it can make a big impression on others, especially a child. This is an awesome message of simple humanity, something our world could use a lot more of. Your English is a little bit bumpy, but all in all, it's easy to read & understand your well-told story (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Ghania]

Thanks a lot Margie. =)
I am glad you liked it.
I am working on my writing. And I am learning. Thanks for your critical review. =)))
((hugs back)) :")

[barleygirl]

Practice (moving forward with new writing) is the best way, rather than wracking your brain over every mistake (sitting still & focusing on what's wrong). Better to nurture your creative spirit & the improved grammar & stuff will happen!

[Ghania]

For sure. Indeed. After all, practice makes a man perfect.
Thanks for your motivation Margie. =)

[DIVYA]

Renewed my faith in something I always think is true. Less is more. Full of wisdom and a brilliant observation of human nature.

[Ghania]

Thank you so much Divya. :)

[An owl on the moon]

Your words unfold like a glorious story, and each line is a thread in the fabric of the world. Happiness; how so many seek it, and so few find it, fewer still share it. So glad you seem to share it wherever you go, dear poet, and give us endless hints at where to find it for ourselves! :)

[Ghania]

Thank you so much for your uplifting words here. Your thoughts are always appreciated.

[An owl on the moon]

I'm just so glad you create worlds for us to walk through.

[Ghania]

Same here. It's really amazing to share and read.
Stay blessed my friend.:)

[Neelam]

Innocence is happiness. And hard earned money brings happiness. Not the one earned in crooked way or by deceiving others. Pessimists can never be happy. Those who saw the light of God in everything are truly happy , although they may not have any money.

[Ghania]

Very true. Thanks a lot, Neelam. :)

[Dwayne J. Keeves]

For most to find happiness,the search goes on. I like what you posed in the story. Great!!

[Shy Joe]

Sometimes we search all over to find happiness. Sometimes it's on a street corner, and it cost 20 rupee's.

In reality happiness is only as far away as you want it to be, and what it has to be. The more things you let consume you in life the more it gets hidden under all the debris. When we clean house and empty all the excess crap, a balloon might just float up and give you a kiss.

Enjoyed your story. Thanks for sharing.

[Ghania]

Thanks a lot , Joe. For reviewing my story. :)