Happiness may not live in one place or one moment. Perhaps it is found in the spaces between letting go of the past, embracing the present, and trusting what tomorrow may bring.
Happiness lives in three places In letting go of what was In releasing yesterday’s shadows And making peace with every loss …
Happiness lives in three places In enjoying what is In noticing the colours around me The streets, the sky, the little joys I might have missed …
Happiness lives in three places In trusting what will be In believing that every uncertain road May still lead me somewhere I am meant to see …
Happiness lives in three places In letting go, living now, and trusting tomorrow … And somewhere between the three I found a little more peace within myself …
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Sukha: a Sanskrit word for happiness, ease, inner peace, and a sense of well-being
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Now, tell me, How’re you? How do you find your peace?
What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?
I believe, happiness doesn’t arrive as something grand. It comes in small, almost unnoticed moments …
For me, happiness lives in being at home, my little temple, my sanctuary, where I can sit in stillness, eat slowly, and feel safe within my own space …
It lives in walking, step by step, with music in my ears, letting my thoughts soften and settle somewhere amidst people, places, environments, nature, and the roads …
It lives in creating, picking up a pen or brush, I let myself write or paint without pressure. Words and colors become a place to rest, where emotions flow freely and something within me feels understood …
It lives in simple connections, a conversation, a shared cup of tea or coffee, or even just knowing someone is there, without the need for too many words …
And it lives in faith and reflection, those moments when I pause, pray, or sit with my thoughts, connecting to the higher powers, trying to make sense of life’s uncertainties, and finding just enough strength to keep going
These are my five everyday happinesses. Small, gentle, and steady! They carry me through everything …
As a teenager, she would watch her sisters tilt their faces toward the light, their lashes casting long shadows over eyes that shimmered with beauty. When she looked in the mirror, her own eyes seemed smaller, plainer, framed by short lashes. It stung her heart a little, like a tiny splinter she couldn’t quite pull out …
Over time, she began to reclaim them. She traced deep kajol along her lids, soft & dark, like ink drawing a doorway. Her eyes lookd wider, more alive. People began to say she looked striking, and for the first time, her eyes felt truly hers …
Then life changed. Grief came quietly, like water filling a low space. In her reflection, she noticed it, the sparkle that once danced in her eyes had turned gentler, dimmer, like smoke fading after a flame. Her eyes began to carry stories of long nights and silent endurance. She didn’t always want others to read them …
So she reached for her sunglasses. The cool plastic rested against her temples, the tinted lenses washed the world in sepia. It felt like drawing a curtain over a window. Behind them, she had privacy. No one could see the sadness flicker and ask, “Are you okay?” …
She’s learned something through this little ritual, and that is, sometimes covering up isn’t vanity; it’s survival. The layers we wear, sunglasses, kajol, even a careful smile, are small stitches tht hold us togther until we’re ready to heal …
Sometimes, she still wonders: what would it feel like to step into the light barefaced, to let her eyes tell their truth, and to trust the world not to look away?
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Her eyes carry stories the world is not yet ready to read
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