Can fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss? Is joy ever as much celebrated as much as we mourn over our losses?
From experience, I do realise that maybe the period of anticipation of joy is a far more delightful phase than the joy itself. Of course not an over dosage of the anticipation bit. It does figure that yearning for happiness, or working towards this pursuit of happiness gives a certain kind of pleasure that nothing else can, not even the final result. The happiness we experience is more about the lack of it earlier than the fact that we have it now.

Queer I say. And three cheers to my 15by15 little baby that weighed just about seven hundred grams. My baby cake that I baked, funnily enough my gardener helped me much with it. I say he has his way with plants, manure, earth and batter alike. Three cheers to him too.