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And Elated :)

“Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story” Happiness! It is all really there. All we need to do is look for it, feel it, appreciate it and be thankful for. Over the past few days things have taken me by surprise, by the randomness in which they have been occurring. A trip to Jim Corbett happened, whereas I was at one point so convinced that it would not be happening from my side. And I'm glad that I finally went not because that was to be my first college trip but just for the shear fact that I saw a place so beautiful and captivating, open to tourists yet the ambiance, wilderness still there. I could feel the rush of scenery, everything from the mountains, trees, river, stones, wind, clouds, shades of green and blue, journey, friends, adventure sports, laughter, games, food... Then and there, happy I was.

And then there are days which you are grateful for that they happened. They bring about a change in your perspective, lift your mood and fill you up with a sense that not all is going to go wrong. And it really doesn't matter if things don't happen the way they are supposed to be (according to you) because they are probably not destined to happen that way. I was taken in by a surprise today when we had a 'mixed bag' lecture instead of our scheduled conventional lecture. I was happy in a sense that one of our teachers actually talked things we all really go through with. We all crib, hold grudges against the system and here he was agreeing, appreciating, listening to our views and then through various activities summing up that its not always about the end point. We all would eventually get there but what is the fun if we didn't enjoy in the journey to get there! And how good it feels when you get to talk sense with people whose frequency kind of matches yours :D

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