Real Happiness

Hello! welcome to my second post.
Ever wondered what's inside you? What your soul says to you? NO. In this busy gadgets oriented life we forget about the real sources of happiness. Leaving the materialistic things what are our talents that keep us alive and what our heart seeks out in this world full of fake and untrustworthy humans?

 

"I saw the world wearing rose tinted glasses once"  said Diya while untangling her messy hair, sitting on a sofa of her well furnished house. "It all fades away as you face the reality and understand this brutal world."
Staring her with his wide open eyes, unable to understand the feelings and emotions behind her simple words was his best friend Sahil. It wasn't new for him now. Whenever they met now a days he saw a different Diya. He knew that something was bothering this girl he knew from 4th grade. But what it was he never understood.

Diya has been another girl who lived in a fancy house with her parents and one sister. She loved her lavishing lifestyle until the day her rose tinted glasses broke, and with it her faith too. She had thoughts, a cluster of them, but she never knew how to express them after what happened to her.

"You are getting weirder each day, what's the matter with you Diya? You never kept things to yourself earlier" said Sahil in a frustrated tone.
She was there in front of him, not making a single move or even change in her expressions.
"DIYA" he shook her "I am worried for you honey, you have to tell me what's the matter?" Sahil was now scared to see her childhood buddy in a condition he had never imagined.

A drop of tear came out of her large swollen eyes and rolled down her cheek as she struggled to speak. She felt a lump in her throat. It never happened to her before. Maybe she never cried for hours, day and night before too. However, she overcame all of these feelings and finally few words came out.

"He tried to kiss me." and she started crying louder. "He touched me and tried to kiss me", she repeated in her shrilled voice.
"WHO" he asked. His eyes were red now and he was filled with anger & at the same time he was worried about Diya. Suddenly, there was a tsunami of emotions inside him. He himself was unable to realize which of these emotions was overcoming the other. "Who the hell was he?"
"Dev. It was Dev. I know I am stupid. He is my boyfriend, but he forced me Sahil" she hugged him, still sobbing.
Sahil was startled for a moment. Diya had been always secretive about her personal life. It was the first time she opened up about him. He wasn't sure if he should say anything, but one thing he knew for sure, if Diya is crying than what Dev did must be terribly wrong.

"He forced you?" asked Sahil hugging her back.
 Suddenly she stood up, she remained silent for a few seconds and then looked back at Sahil.
"I think now you should go back to your house Sahil, I will see you tomorrow"
Sahil wasn't able to move from his place. He never saw or heard Diya so broken. It seemed she can't be fixed anymore. Her big beautiful eyes seemed to be soaked in deep dark worries of her life.
"You won't even try to talk to Dev ever Sahil, promise me" Her voice was desperate and needy.
"Why? I don't understand?" Sahil felt helpless more than ever.
Diya went to her room without giving any reply.

It was one of the hardest day of Sahil's life. He still was unable to understand what was going on.
He called Diya but she responded just once.
"I broke up with him Sahil but I really love him" and she seemed to be drown away in an unsaid loneliness.
Sahil kept saying HELLO!!!! but there was no reply.

Sahil was concerned and he knew the only way to bring her back from her devastated life was to draw her attention towards her talent and passion. He met her the very next day at their same old meeting destination, THE ROOF.
"Diya ever thought why we get sad in this world?" asked Sahil.
"umm.. because everyone hurt us?" Diya replied.
"Certainly Not, we get hurt because we choose to get hurt. Its the temporary attachments we make which are the reason of our despise. We get attached to people and love them unconditionally without accepting the fact that Nothing is permanent." explained Sahil.
Diya heard him with all her focus after a long time.
"You need to search your permanent happiness, anything you enjoy the most. That's the only way to overcome past fears, that keeps ruining your beautiful smile." Sahil was saying all this while looking at the bright moon in the dark sky. "I know you have the power to overcome the doomed memories just like the moon overcoming the darkness of the night."

That night Diya couldn't sleep. She knew Sahil was right. Materialistic things are temporary indeed so she kept searching what was her field of interest.
Next day when Sahil entered Diya's room he saw Diya was busy making a list.
"Hey! I am waiting for you. Come here." a confused voice came from Diya's side.
"Singing, Dancing, Writing... what is this about Diya?" asked Sahil.
"Remember what you said last night? Search your real happiness, explore your talent. I couldn't sleep last night. I kept thinking about it but yet i don't think its any of these." she sounded doomed again.
Sahil was looking at her. He was now feeling deprived. A thought pinged his mind. " where are your paintings?" he asked. At the same moment he stood up and took that list from her hands and scribbled painting on it.
"I left painting two years ago. you must be kidding me Sahil."he kept smiling and said try this out. I know this is it. He was not confident about his prediction but, about the way she used to portray her feelings beautifully with her magical brush. Magic never belonged to the brush, it was always SHE.

Next day, he couldn't find her anywhere in her house. He searched everywhere but failed. The sweat on his forehead itself spoke about his worries.
He peeked out from the window, and there she was behind a large tree, holding her sword back: HER PAINTING BRUSH.  He was amazed to see the view. Colors were spread all over the room.
Diya figured out her one true attachment. The one that is forever. She seemed happier than ever and devoted her time in painting.



That's the difference between real and temporary happiness. Importance of real attachments can't be compared to any other thing. If you think your happiness is dependent on people around you and you search it in them, your approach is wrong. Happiness can be found in our own soul. Its inside us, you just need find it out.