Happiness

Happiness is always abstract and most of the time, realized in retrospect. It's rare to capture an elusive moment of the emotion, to actually hold and feel it.

I had that rare fleeting experience yesterday.

It was dinner-time. Lil D now joins us at the table for her meals.

Steam from the national* rice I had cooked gently rose from our plates, as we all quietly tucked in. Parveen Sultana's mellifluous voice filled the air with strains of Raga Ahir Bhairav - one of my favourite CDs. Contentment seemed to be radiating into every nook and corner.

I turned to DH and smiled, "If there's bliss on earth, this is it, this is it."


* national, coz it's neither plain rice, nor a full-fledged pulao, and it has carrots, beans and peas in it for the nation's colours