The Happy Hour

Everyday everyone is busy. Either one is busy doing work or one is busy being lazy. The tensions of everyday’s engagements keep on surmounting. Always one can find in our family frustrated lots from one to ten oppositely counting. Dad is the busiest bee but he tries to manage and look fine. Though every evening waiting for him and waiting the whole time mom loses her bright shine. Priyam is always busy with his so-called study and his so dear buddies. Left is me out who cannot be sure what to do and what not. Most of my time is spent daydreaming and appearing in these dreams only a hotshot. The beautiful sweet bonding has so become a bit taxed and a bit torn. And we are not able to fix this prob up, as pass by night and more morns. In our hearts seeing this mad rush for living, a feeling of getting together is very strongly born, but when we try to grab the roses get pricked in our hands useless and ugly thorns. I grow crazy totally, because no one is there for me for most of the time period. I want a change desperately, I want to be now together with my loved ones and feel happy from being so separate separately. The love that we have in our hearts for all of us tries to come out and it wants to sing, dance and shout. But unfortunately, to listen to it there is no one all around, all about. The get together time never seems to come. We keep on living and working hard in the moon, under the sun. Our feelings get hurt, our mind goes crazy. Because we are not doing anything else, we are stupidly being busy, busy and again busy. But the hope and scope in life continues to be there. So mom, dad, Priyu and I come together only on Sundays to reconcile and rejoice on our existences and life’s meaning for all of us. It is our happy and happiest hour. We are filled in it with inner, healthy and heartening power. When all tastes of life and feelings turn sugary from sour. When every element becomes funky from a boring one, it gives us a tremendous feeling, it unites our hearts with love, laughter, and life, it makes a cozysome foursome. It is the best time in our life, the best happy reunion. Happy hour is then when mom feels happy and relaxed. Happy hour is then when Dad looses worries and he is not taxed. Happy hour is then when everything that happens is only good and for good. Happy hour is then when Priyu is less angry and tension -free. Happy hour is then when Dipu is just ecstatic thinking she will be the best girl in coming years one-two-three. So happy hour is just when God is happy on us. So happy hour is when we are able to complete our jobs and get into a happy set position with our stuffs. In the happy hour happy are all thanking God for showering his blessings. Ready are all to fight the next day with a strong mind, enjoy and sometimes be messy in all life’s messings. The happy hour gives us power to continue. It gives us a moment to say to each other, we are there for each of us, we are there to make our dreams come true.

Published by ambikajha

I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write.

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