Happiness

It does not start from the time I wake up in the morning but from the time I sneak in the bed, generally late, after struggling in vain through the day to find out only ONE thing “Happiness”. The face so innocent and garden fresh even in the sweet slumber beacons me to be silent like him and tranquilized like still waters.

Winters are a blessing as they make you feel cozy like a bon fire in the blanket and then a gentle touch with this sleeping angel sucks all my worries and makes me ponder on the futility of the last one hour I spend everyday on the television chasing the channels and straining my senses. Smile is perhaps the only word I know for that expression which comes on my face between two ears and my cheeks but I am sure one day I will coin a word where this feeling is connected from your heart.

No longer can I dare to stare…the cheeks like Christmas snow flakes might get ruffled, the lips like a chaste candle flame can also flutter, sleep and Shaayan seem so natural friends and cuddled with each other. Somehow, as an innate guard I choose to be the custodian of his divine serenity and choose to close my eyes with all the Happiness and Responsibility.