Happiness – A Child’s Play









As we are born,

Everything we see and feel is new

The first image, the feather touch and the first squeak

It is all new and all fresh

With a volatile memory sans information

An insanely forgetful memory that brings happiness

As we grow old, memory starts retenship

We don’t listen to understand

We listen to rather reply

We talk not to convey

We talk to be rather heard

We see things

We don’t observe

We often feel unhappy

As we try not to get back to the basics

The basics of a child that we once were

A child that’s eternally happy

A child that trusts her people

A child that listens, forgives and tries to understand

A child that doesn’t hold on to things

A blatant view seething through a child’s eye

And all the Happiness it brings

All afresh and all over

Happiness is just a child’s play!


First Time I ever tried to paint!

My Bedhi is awesome at painting. My sister is amazing too. My mom can also draw, though most often she keeps making Rockets with notices in the paper 🙂 I am the only who struggled to paint.

Now, I sit with my niece and we both paint endlessly. Too often we end up painting on the walls and doors. 🙂 There is so much of fun when you mess your house with creativity!

I don’t know how to draw sketches on my own. What I know is to capture images with my camera. So this is what I tried to do. I took a pic with my camera, placed a plain glass on it, used a black marker and traced the sketch. And then I painted with Pidilite Glass colours.

A close buddy told me that the greatest of all pleasures is to hold in your hands and see for yourself what you have created. Very true! And that was the flower bowl that a friend gifted me in final year. My inspiration is a school buddy whom I have known to paint on glass. I hope all 3 are watching!