Who is truly Happy…

My Dad once told me that the happiest man in the world most probably was a daily wage worker who had just earned enough to get thru the day and was about to go to sleep at night.

Being happy requires ‘roti’ (bread), kapda (clothing) and makan (a roof), but is that all, Well most people I see around me do have those commodities but I wouldn’t call them happy people. At the end of the day when they go to sleep they do not have a feeling of completion.

This is an unfinished journal entry that I hope to complete some day. The thoughts are there but the words I fail to say…