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Memory pill for happiness




Last evening I had  few meetings to attend around dinner time.  I usually try not to work that time of the day because it really confuses my kid. It's our play time you see.

Nevertheless, it was one of those unavoidable days. I was deep into a conversation with  colleagues from across the globe on how best we could mitigate risks for particularly challenging services that we were getting into. We were almost concluding, when my 16 month old aimlessly strolls in.  He casually comes near my table and starts his high decibel protest cry for me to pick him up and in the bargain obviously disrupts the discussion.

I apologize for the ruckus and quickly put my line on mute, lift him and hand him over to his care taker.  It annoys him because he was looking forward to hitting my laptop keypad and pulling out a few keys under the guise of hanging out with me. He is now howling!!

The mother in me feels sad until the brain switches back to risk mitigation mode.  The meeting wraps up soon and I dash off to the bed room where I see my boy playing. He looks up, gives me that heart melting smile and jumps happily into my arms, These kids are such simple beings, they have nothing called a grudge.  Minutes ago I couldn't do something for him that made him upset and in the adult world, we would have held on with gusto. But instead his little brain just deleted these unnecessary events.It keeps him so happy, always cheerful and satisfied.


 Its this memory pill is what we adults need to take to be happy, carefree and sleep like a baby. I heard a friend once tell me that she can forgive but not forget. If I reflect back sometimes even I do that, hold onto to things, experiences and I create nothing but grudges. Being a mom takes me back to simple basics and I dont want to forget this memory pill to stay happy

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