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In pursuit of Happiness


Although this may seem a plagiarised title, it is apt for what I have been feeling lately. I had the pleasure of a holiday without ever leaving my home these past few days. My family was here, all of them under one roof. Although the entire family was together only for a few days, the members all arrived in batches, which means my holiday started way back on 16th May with the arrival of my mom.

On 11th June, dad and aniruddha arrived, adding to the fun and finally on 17th June mukta arrived, completing my family. It was fun. My family was together after 6 months. It really gives one a sense of satisfaction to spend time in the company of your dearest ones.

Whats all this got to do with the title. J For a few days of happiness, Aniruddha coordinated his leave, Mom stayed with me a month, dad came all the way from Goa to Dehradun for just a week. Mukta dropped everything and took off for a few days from Bangalore to be with us. I contributed to the pool by taking a few half days and finally got a car home for all of us to travel together.  5 people adjusting their lives, schedules, work, commitments everything to be at one place at one time, to catch a few moments of happiness. Now that is what I call the pursuit of happiness.

I wasn’t as happy about owning the car as I was about all of us together. The new car didn’t even get as much attention. (except for the fact that it was so conveniently available for all of us to travel). No one gave a damn about what was going on out there for a few days. We were all happy in being together. Enjoying the fruits of our pursuit of happiness.

ciao

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