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A Heck of a Day

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“To me, there are three things we all should do every day.
We should do this every day of our lives.
Number one is laugh.
You should laugh every day.
Number two is think.
You should spend some time in thought.
And number three is, you should have your emotions moved to tears, could be happiness or joy.
But think about it.
If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that’s a full day.
That’s a heck of a day.
You do that seven days a week, you’re going to have something special.”
(Jim Valvano – American basketball coach, Coach of North Carolina State U., 1980-1990; won NCAA championship 1983, 1946-1993)

Those men were having fun in the holy waters of the Ganges at Dashaswamedh (Main) Ghat in Varanasi (Benaras).
They gave a touch of happiness to this place where usually solemn ceremonies are happening.


The Gardener of Happiness

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The Gardener of Happiness


Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom”.
(Marcel Proust)

Last afternoon I was lucky to meet so many amazing people with interesting faces and expressions at the flower market which is in the chawk of Varanasi (Benaras).
Because of the heat most of the men were wearing turbans and the place became ageless.
A compelling fragrance made of all the flowers scents moisterized the atmosphere of this courtyard.
From the garments, the petals and the voices all colours blossomed, it was a treat for the senses, like a distinguish and subtile perfume.
Of course the words of Proust were not far, maybe this young man was a gardener, he was undoubtedly happy…