Cocoon Diaries: Entry #3 – The Samosa Theory of Happiness: Tiny Things, Giant Joys

Small Things, Big Heart
I searched for joy in mighty, shining skies,
In grand applause and medals for my wall.
But life, in secret, whispered its surprise —
True joy resides in moments sweet and small.

A samosa warm with minty green delight,
A cupcake rising like a perfect song.
A message sent that fills my heart with light,
A quiet hug that says: "You’ve done all wrong, but I still like you."

My beagle’s stare when storms brew in my mind,
His tiny head upon my lap, his guard.
My son’s call: “I’m leaving office now, Ma!”
Small gifts, small words — my life’s most precious card.

So here I bloom, though chaos may unfold —
My pocket full of tiny joys untold.

Now honestly — whoever told us that happiness comes in bulk packaging clearly never tasted a fresh samosa dunked in mint chutney on a mildly lazy evening while rain politely taps on the window.

I’ve long abandoned the big, glittery “someday” version of happiness. It’s exhausting. It involves far too many people, unrealistic budgets, travel itineraries, and emotionally unstable weather apps.

Instead, I have discovered the sheer art of collecting tiny happy moments like shiny pebbles. You know, the ones the world often misses while running marathons of ambition.

My Daily Happiness Buffet? Well…..Let me give you a glimpse of my highly exclusive, limited-edition, members-only happiness plan:

• 🥟 Samosa + Mint Chutney:
  The universe’s way of saying, “I see you, struggling human, please chew slowly.”
• 🧁 A walnut cupcake rising just right:
  No sun salutation feels quite as therapeutic.
• 💌 A thoughtful note and gift from a friend:
  Translation: “Despite everything, you’re not entirely unbearable.”
• 🐾 Pets being well and lazy in the morning:
  Ah, the blissful sight of breathing, tail-wagging furballs who continue to act like they pay the bills.
• 📞 My son’s daily “I’m leaving office now, Ma!” call:
  If love had a ringtone, this would be mine.
• 💕 My husband cancelling his meeting because I have a migraine:
  True romance = rescheduling Zoom calls for love (and survival).
• 🍮 My house cook making something sweet when my son hits a milestone:
  Her maternal sixth sense activates faster than my WiFi.
• 🐶 My beagle’s snuggle and investigative stares when I look upset:
  “Woman, you look fine, but I smell trouble. Should I sit here and blink until you smile?”

The Sly Secret of Tiny Joys…

Here’s what life has sneakily taught me:
Big happiness is moody.
Small happiness is dependable.

Grand victories may or may not show up.
But that perfectly puffed samosa?
Reliable.

That unexpected friend’s message when you’re convinced everyone’s forgotten you?
Absolutely healing.

That furball who studies your face like a detective because your energy feels “off”?
Better than therapy.

My Secret Formula: The Happiness Scrapbook

While the world is out there chasing big ticket events — I’m over here, compiling my little scrapbook:

• Random compliments
• Perfect cups of chai
• Early morning breezes
• Dogs snoring like tiny old men
• My son’s sleepy voice calling me “Mumma” even now
• My husband’s unspoken care camouflaged in logistics

These tiny threads quietly stitch up my sanity quilt.

So my happy musings?

I’m not waiting for life to deliver happiness in large shipping containers anymore.

I pick up crumbs of joy wherever they fall.
I’ve learnt: Small is not less. Small is enough.

And every time someone asks me, “How do you stay so calm?”
I simply point to my beagle staring at me with that concerned face — and the half-eaten samosa next to me.

Because sometimes, my friend, this is all you need to be perfectly, ridiculously happy.

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