On my shoulders, it came and sat...

hap·pi·ness 

 [hap-ee-nis] 

noun
1. the quality or state of being happy.
2. good fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy.

Technically, happiness is the state of well-being characterized by emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy.

For me, happiness had always been the most sort after feeling in life. The more I ran after it, the more I planned it, the more it went further and further away from me. It wasn't something that I could capture in my fist forever and never let go. It wasn't tangible. But then I was only a human, wanting to be happy! Finally, I decided to let it go. To give happiness its space. I didn't plan. I took life on its face value. And then, out of nowhere, from a faraway distant land, I could see happiness flying towards me. It flew slowly and cautiously. It judged me with each and every flatter of its wings. What if I was pretending? What if I try to capture it and put it in a cage? What if I take away its freedom? It took happiness some time - all the time it needed - to gain trust in me again. And one fine day, it softly came and sat on my shoulders. Since then my world is beautiful and bright and blue and gay and filled with joy and happiness. 

It's the tiny little things that bring the broadest possible smile of my face. That let me fly. A good morning message every morning even before I have opened my eyes, being surrounded by friends, skype with parents, college life and evening coffee sessions and dinner time gossip and leg pulling, gossip and more gossip with sister, those three words, the countdowns and excitement that goes with it, song of the day and song of the week, late night phone calls, chocolate, learning to calculate tax, knowing that there is someone who would take care of you forever and a million other things.... 

Technically, I am in a state of being-out-of-the-world, emoting with intense joy. :D :D