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What is happiness to you?
When I see a tiny bud unfolding in the garden that I have been fostering...
When I receive an unexpected call from the person I have been thinking about...
When a toddler points at me and giggles as if he has known me since forever...
When I discover a crumpled dollar bill in my weary, faded jeans...
When I eat up a bucket of my favourite ice cream on a shuddering December night...
When I read my favourite classic resting on granny's old, brown chair...
When my best friend and I do the drastic dance on some funky, old song...
Happiness isn't in big things, my friend...
Little things that bring a smile to our face, defines joyous pleasure...
Because all I know is,
Brewed coffee, with favourite music and terrace wind lead to happiness...
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Rambling of an Introvert
Poetry20 PO || You realize the time when you have a screaming fight with your mom or the time when you got silent treatment from the one you talked the most or the time when you're being ignored by the person you wanted to care the most, or sometimes when...
