Happiness

By Sudhalekshmi M

Happiness came unadorned

that day

that I could

barely recognize her;

She was dressed up

in a plain, white

sleeveless frock

in place of the

rainbow colored

pinafore one.

As rude as I am,

I asked her

what she was doing

in the midst

of a mundane day,

she neglected me

and went to the washroom straight,

smiled all the way,

poked on my nose,

called me beautiful

and went straight

into the kitchen.

Perplexed, I followed her

and watched her sip

the less sweet coffee

Without complaints.

I was sure that

she would leave

after the breakfast,

But there she was,

slow dancing

through my living room,

that too,

to my off key tune.

In the afternoon,

which she called

the most”dreamy part”

of a day,

she wandered through

the garden with her bare feet,

painted flowers in the pages of old notebooks,

read the old, torn copy

of ‘Eleanor and Park’ again,

sipped black coffee,

ate ‘little hearts’,

watched a black and white movie

and finally,

left me in the night

after kissing me on forehead.

Watching her walk

out into the night,

I neither wondercam

when she would be back

nor about the grief

that might follow

as usual,

but instead

about how

she came

out of the blue

and how I could

barely recognise her

that day.

Most of all,

about how

happiness had

never ever looked

thiis phenomenal

to me before!

By Sudhalekshmi M