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Today I was talking to my father, as usual, for 1-2 ghante. He suddenly asked me, “When was the last time you smiled, or felt truly happy?” I went silent. No clue. Then I forced my tiny brain to think about the last time I was happy. The sad fact was it’s not that I can’t recall those memories, it’s that I never really celebrated them. Why? Because, as usual, I got busy with something we call more important than those little khushiyan. Yesterday my exam was over. Was I happy? Yes. But did I do anything unique to celebrate that moment? No. Just woke up, ate the same food, followed the same lifestyle, and ended the day as usual. Today I realized the real definition of happiness is not about when things happen to us, it’s about the effort we put into celebrating those little moments… to actually live them. Right now, grinding 18×7 has become very common for us. But just ask yourself today: When was I genuinely happy? I swear, you’ll get stuck. Even if you’ve achieved so much