Memories

The mountains were tall and wide. My cousins traversed this distance every day to reach their school. I, on the other hand, went through it only during the summer vacations. Sometimes on hired horses. Sometimes on cousins' shoulders. Sometimes on foot - panting and wailing.

But I loved the village life. I loved strolling up and down within the village. It seemed like a living canvas painting.

My cousins would climb up trees to collect nutritious leaves for the cows. They would rest at the old temple which was a hub to the singing birds. They would wash clothes near the natural stream of water that provided most of the drinking water for the village. And, I remember, how my cousins smiled and laughed all the while they did their daily chores.

Those memories remind me that happiness doesn't lie in chasing wealth. It doesn't lie in technology or comfort. Happiness lies in simplicity and contentment. It lies in living every moment of life.