Happiness does not add up, It multiplies.....

Passing through happy roads of Hyderabad, I gleefully adore the petals of festivities delicately protecting the seed called "faith". On left side of the road, you find a tent that encloses the colorful idol of Lord Ganesha, with priest enchanting the religious hymns. You go a bit further, and you see, the ever "green" mosque, wondrously lit with the bulbs dotting its sacred structure, and namaaz sessions in full swing. People looking happy, fervorous and shopping with an eagerness, that has quietly crept into them on account of a highlighted day in the calender and belief in the creator of this lovely world. Like the sun never sets, the night brings hope for the next day full of religious thoughts, the happiness that had prevailed the previous day. People are united, with tolerance power. This one thing I see in India, though, I am packed in an auto on one of those packed lanes, I become a part of them indirectly, as happy as them. The happiness multiplies...