Where happiness lives

When are you most happy?

There was a climbing tower in the park near the apartment where I had spent some of my childhood years. It was actually shaped like a tower and had two parts, the first part which was the base had a wider spread while the part on the top was narrower. Its structure was made of rods which were of an average adult arm length and within it had longer rods for children to easily pass through. The rods were of varied colours such as red, blue, green and yellow with red mostly dominating.



If one would climb to the top most part then he/she would reach a height of around 4 metres. However, parents had strictly limited their children to do their climbing around and within the base of the tower and would immediately ask anyone who climbed beyond that to come down. But there were times when a kid or two would escape the watchful gaze and reach the top. For us who were children back then, it was a big teal, it looked so tall and big to our little selves.



One day I too found myself on the top of the tower. It was a government holiday but most of our parents who were in the private sector were out for work and thus the ever-watchful eyes were absent in the daytime. 



While experiencing the elevated view I realised something, the peace. There was just enough space for one child to sit on the top of tower so there was no one around and that is where for the very first time in my life I came face to face with my inner thoughts and conscience and the happiness that came from the realisation within.



It’s not only something unique to some people but is common to everyone, our happiness comes from our thoughts which appeal to us in the most beautiful way but the kind of thoughts, is unique to each of us and the kind that holds my happiness is a combination of reality and imagination in the peace of a lone moment. In short it is kind of a world on its own.



Written by Anuran Chatterji

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