go back to your roots, your childhood.. solution hamesha milega..

you'll find what makes you happy. 

i meant to write about this the day it was said to me.. about how i tend to lose touch with who i am and what makes me happy in the search for that elusive 'happiness'. how i let myself get lost in a blue funk that nothing seems to have the power to release me from.. then i lost track of the fact that i had meant to write this down. if only to remind myself that there are things that do make me happy.. and talking to friends is always one of them..

its weeks late i suppose, this post.. friendship day is supposed to be the first Sunday of august..today is our independence day and i should really be writing something less self absorbed and more patriotic.. this post was meant to be written then.. but these words were said to me recently, and i've been battling a rather weird writer's block.. can't seem to be able to string together three words without tripping over one of them.. more of a communication breakdown really i suppose coz its not limited to the written word...

anyway.. better late than never i suppose...
to my friends who've stood near through it all..
YOU are my roots, the people who make me happy
i love you.. and i thank god everyday (or everyday that i think about this) that you're in my life..
salut