For some, the sea is the soothing place to be. For some, it is the rain or the river. For me, it is the sky that calms me down. It always had been. My happy place I would call it.
Doesn’t matter the state of my mind. When I stand on the terrace looking at the sky, listening to the birds chirping, feeling the gentle breeze, figuring out the notes that clouds leave up there for me, I’m calm. It is the most soothing sensation for me. My happy place, for it instantly takes me away from the chaos my mind resides to a place of smiles.
A long time ago, I survived because of my happy place’s existence alone. For a 16-year-old the world became a scary one when we were abandoned in pitch black, with no instructions on how to get to the light switch. It was genuinely scary. But this happy place of mine, it was there to lift up my spirits to hold on for another second and to encourage me to try and move on to find the switch. And eventually, I did.
I had a sort of break up with my happy place when I moved to Bangalore where I couldn’t enjoy the sky as much due to the busy work and life. Later, we reconciled. Sky, with its many hues, still remains my favorite place, my happy place. One good part about it is that anywhere I go, the sky is there. All I have to do is to look up. Worries are washed away, albeit temporarily. Smile, that is genuine, is guaranteed. I’m calm again. Happy again.