Happiness

Or, It Is Good To Be Home

Happiness, apart from being a warm gun at most time, is also very relative. You can find it in eating cake, sleeping, reading a book and whatnot. As for me, today I found, in the words of a beloved professor, what you may call as a semi-Nirvana state in a Bath At Home.

A bath at home, to those lucky sods not staying at a hostel, is special in many ways. It is clean. It is not filled with the remains and reminders of half a dozen girls before you. It is not in a depressing shade of stone, but is White(more accurately, Off White). It is YOURS. You can do what you want in the bathroom, you can sing, you can take hours, you can spend as much time as you want. It has hot water. (Don't get me wrong. Thankfully, my hostel is pretty decent, and has hot water everyday. But a hotwater bath sort of loses its charm when the outer temperature is 30 degrees celsius. A hot water bath is only fun when it is around 10 degrees celsius outside. Its true). The hot water is present in a Shower.Which is deeeeelllliggghhhttful.(for a kanjoos like me, especially when it comes to water-or money-thats a sinful indulgence). Did I mention the loofah? I meant to mention it. And the steam. One loves the steam. The bath allows you to get rid of your mother's oversized suit which you were wearing because you temporarily misplaced the keys to your suitcase in the night. Its a joy certain big,fat,dark men I could name will never appreciate. It leaves you delightfully clean and pink and fresh to paint the town red. Oh all right. To paint the house off-white. Whatever.