Day 62.
\nHappiness is reading a book by your favourite author.
\nHappiness is reading an Alexander McCall Smith.
\nHappiness is when another McCall Smith arrives by courier while you are still reading one.
\nHappiness is knowing there are two more McCall Smiths on the way.
\nHappiness is blue, like the sky.
\nHappiness is pink, like my sari.
\nHappiness is wearing a sari gifted with love on my anniversary.
\nHappiness is a pair of pearl earrings gifted by my husband on my first birthday after my marriage.
\nHappiness is getting a pair of pearl bangles to match on the same birthday.
\nHappiness is thinking every waking moment about a trip to the city of pearls to meet friends as precious as freshwater pearls.
\nHappiness (peppered with annoyance, I admit) is watching my mother and mother-in-law try their best to turn into ace photographers for my sari post pictures.
\nHappiness is finding happiness in little things.
\nHappiness is a mug of tea before going to work.
\nHappiness is enjoying the moment like Mma Ramotswe with her cup of bush tea.
\nHappiness is being lost in thought, like Isabel.
\nHappiness is a little bit of madness. Like being lost in thought and handing over the Metro smart card instead of money to the rickshaw-wallah.
\nHappiness is knowing sometimes strangers do care, like the cop warning me that my phone is about to slip from my grip.
\nHappiness is life.
\nHappiness is me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Day 62. Happiness is reading a book by your favourite author. Happiness is reading an Alexander McCall Smith. Happiness is when another McCall Smith arrives by courier while you are still reading one. Happiness is knowing there are two more McCall Smiths on the way. Happiness is blue, like the sky. Happiness is pink, like…<\/p>\n