Asha was standing in a cliff and taking her last breath. “It’s very steep isn’t it” said the boy. “Who the hell are you man?” Asha shouted at him. “Cappuccino!” he offered a cup, she acted like she doesn’t even cared. “Why don’t you have a cup, before your jump.” he gave her a cup. “By the way, I’m Arman!” he extended her a hand. She accepted it by saying her name, “Asha!” They both started having their cappuccinos. “Great view isn’t it” said Arman. “A beautiful place to end my life” replied Asha. “If you want to end your life, choose a higher cliff” laughed Arman. Her eyes were filled with tears. “Don’t waste your tears, you deserve better” said Arman. “Am I?” asked Asha. “Yes, you are!” said Arman confidently. “So, what happened between you two?” asked Arman. “How do you know?” asked Asha. “I saw you couple of times with him and now you are standing here in the cliff alone” he shrugged and said, “I guessed. “I haven’t confessed to him yet!” Asha said
Everyone in the world tries find Happiness in their life. some people will find it, some people won't. Happiness is not something we can find by searching. Happiness is something we can find by realizing. Being happy makes time to flow like never before. One of the oldest way of begin happy is hearing stories from our grandparents especially from grandmother. One can replace her place in telling stories ! I found my Happiness in telling stories like her and I hope you guys will also find yours.