My happy place

Ganesh Hegde has his happy dance and Comedy Central is supposed to be ‘Your’ happy place. So this kept me wondering, what is my happy place?

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It was a tiring day and I was huddled against the giant mass of cushions fluffed up giving the comfort that I had been all day long yearning for. I was sipping tea late in the night, watching Pride and Prejudice for the umpteenth time. Apparently even my mother seems to be tired of that movie now.

And then I doze off. My mother had crept into my room switched off the television and put off the lights and I hadn’t even heard a footstep, only she could have done that.

The next thing I knew I was walking in a park, it was almost dusk and drizzling too. The sunlight almost faded in the sky and the hue was mesmerizing with the exiting gleam of sun rays and the rains pouring in. The grass felt smooth against my feet, it was cold and yet so refreshing. The rain droplets were making me shiver but its touch was what could not be overlooked. Oh the smell of the roses and the lilies rejuvenated my nostrils reaching straight for my brains and mind and heart. I instantly feel as if I am in some whole other place where rain is trickling me, the fragrances are playing with me and the wind is blowing just for me. The cool ambiance is what makes me feel as if every single thing that is there is exclusively for me.

I sit down under a vast tree which is shedding me from the rain that now pours profoundly. I lie back against it thinking of my happy place, trying to savor it in my memory for perpetuity.

And the next thing I know is that my duty calls and my alarm shout at me, “WAKE UP, WAKE UP, and WAKE UP it’s time to go to work.”

icon175x175PS: I do not know which calls to be my happy place the beautiful nature bound garden or my long lost sleep which I rarely get these days?

PPS: Why is the sleeping hours always so short? 😀

So bloggers what do you think, what would be your happy place? Do tell me down here.

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37 thoughts on “My happy place”

      1. I’m not trying to say it. I am saying it. It is not about the place, but caution about the particular time. I have slept in public, at work and in class. Many people do.

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      2. have you never been to a park or a beach and not taken a nap? or fallen asleep in class? you have paid to be in that classroom. as long as you are not disruptive to others, should you not be able to nap? if at work, during your time (breaks etc.) can you not nap if you want?

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  1. First of all, great read! Second, I must say, the first place I think of when someone says “happy place” is Disney World. (Lol, but seriously)…but if I really think about it, my happy place is whenever and wherever I’m surrounding by people I love and who love me.

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  2. I loved reading this, it really did get me thinking as-well what is my happy place. But even though it is a simple thing there are quite a few walls that I can conquer in order to achieve it. My family. Being with my family makes me feel so carefree and truly myself. As of the wall, they live in England and i live in America. So I can only be with them for such a short span of time once a year. But I can still reminisce on the memories and the travel experience I am able to do at such a young age.

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  3. I found this post very peaceful and relaxing to read. My happy place would probably be my bedroom, with a few candles lit, some Christmas lights, me in my bed with my pillows fluffy and comforting while it’s raining outside, reading a book or making a cheerful blog post, with a slight chill in the air:)

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