Happy hour

I sit across a lady in the train, grinning from ear to ear. Tearing a strip of paper and then folding it into parts the way she wants it- to form a flower. She smiles brightly as she marvels at her tiny handicraft for a good minute, before she unravels the paper again. 

And here I am, still trying to figure out what happiness means, when I already know the things and people responsible for my smiles in this lifetime.

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