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Innocent Smile

So whats your Diwali special? New cellphone? or new TV? or may be bike. At least you must have brought cloths. That's a tradition isn't it. We get happy when we get new things, don't we? But is that all which makes us happy? Trust me it is not. Happiness is also viral. You just need to know the bug to use. You know,  this bug is very easy to find. Its called 'GIVING'.

 We all are given ample of everything, we just have developed a habit of overlooking it. We all are taught to look into others's garden, so we feel that their grass is greener than ours. but yet we never understand that we at least have garden to have that grass. and the feeling of having less keeps on getting us. I am no different than others. 

                               

And one evening arises. Its last day in the new city. I am going back home for Diwali, almost after couple of months. Earned first salary, excited to gift my parents, brother , and party with friends. And your local friend asks you to go out to buy a couple of things, very ordinary stuff for Diwali. And at the shop there I see a 7 year kid helping his grandma to sell 'Panatis' (Lamps of Diwali). A kid who should not face this way of life. And suddenly the habit of staying unsatisfied vanishes. I start feeling that I have more than I need.  I keep observing the kid's happy face when I purchase 2 more Panatis. And I keep asking myself is that all I can do to keep this face happy? Suddenly my hand reaches to wallet  to bring some extra 'happiness'  to his face. But the Kid has self respect, He denies the thing I offer. And then I tell him, this one is for a special kid who helps his Grandma. And then there it is. The most innocent smile ever. He knows what I feel for him. He runs with the 'happiness' towards his grandma. Looks back at me, and cherishes that smile again.   

So let the bug of happiness bite you. I hope You would find the same amazing feeling yourself. Have a safe Diwali.
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