Emptiness

Winter sets in again bringing me a lot of happiness. I always wonder why I am so much positively affected by this climate. Sitting near the window, looking out, I see the branches of the trees swaying in wind. Everything looks more beautiful than ever. All thoughts have disappeared from my mind and it is now as calm as a river without any ripples. “You always seem to be happy. What is the secret?” When my colleagues enviously ask me this question, I do not have an answer. Some of them even doubt that I might be having an affair which makes me always joyous. And I am enjoying their suspicions. I feel I am blessed to enjoy this state of happiness without having any particular reason to be happy. When Cloti (my colleague) says “She is in her own world, enjoying herself”, I wish if I could transfer some of my happiness to her. I surprisingly remember the melancholic moods that used to capture me 10 years back. Just as I couldn’t find the reason for those sudden mood changes that caught me occasionally, now also I am unable to find any reason for the happiness that surges in me.

“At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.” – Tagore.

How true!!