Having a conversation and exchanging different opinions on life with a stranger you found on line.
Meeting someone completely new who looks at you and asks, “Are you Tanvi Chadha?”, and discovering that your blog and writing is actually read by a few blessed souls around the globe.
But these small happy things don’t make you happy enough. Why!? What is contentment?
Or what if you do know where to find your contentment. Is that maybe worse? How do you stay happy in the moments you don’t have those? The small blissful things in life won’t be as cheerful anymore. When a brownie is just out of arm’s reach, how can you be happy with bread, albeit warm and fresh and otherwise satisfying?