In pursuit of Happiness

Chapter 1

The bus jerks to a stop and I get down at the bus stop, woken up from my stupid daydream.
It was late and I had to walk down four streets to get home.
The slow drizzle of rain, the musty smell in the air, the dark new moon night and frogs croaking in the air somehow appeal my over active imagination.
I smile to myself and skip about whistling a gay tone as I walk down the last block toward home.
I just wish it lasted longer...The quiet darkness and peace....Just a little longer...
But I get back home and put my backpack down.
"How did it go today?" My mom asks.
"Fine, mom. The usual."
"Okay, go clean up. Dinner's waiting."
"Sure, mom!" I call as I head upstairs to my room.
Dinner was the usual- rice and sambhar. I loved it. But I just couldn't help but to mull over the thought that something was missing in my life. Of course, anyone would say I should be thankful to have a family, a roof over my head, food to eat and good education to get a job in future...But I lived my life without real involvement...I just did it because I was supposed to do it, I did what was expected of me...But I never did what I wanted to...Hell, I didn't even know what I wanted.... What I wanted to do....
My heart craved for something....something I didn't even know....I lived....but I was lost....I didn't even know who I am....I wanted to find myself...