Reminiscing good old days is joy.
A bunch of adventurous friends is joy.
Celebrating a success is joy.
Odour of petrichor is joy.
Sharing is joy.
Conversing with a loved one is joy.
Completing a must read book is joy.
Music is joy.
Touching a just born’s fingers is joy.
Writing is joy.
A kiss on forehead is joy.
Sacrificing for good is joy.
Meeting after a long seperation is joy.
To conciliate a relationship is joy.
Getting rid of an addiction is joy.
Being loved is joy.
Being passionate is joy.
Traveling is joy.
Rain and snowfall is joy.
Starting a new life is joy.
Making a child smile is joy.
Being the reason for someone’s joy is a joy in itself.
To live in solitude is joy.
Meeting people is joy.
Exploring untouched places is joy.
To define joy is to concise a life full of possibilities, to limit the vastness of the world by calling it a place to live.
As Maya Angelou said “When you wish someone joy, you wish them peace, love, prosperity, happiness… all the good things.”
Gifting joy to someone is the rarest of gifts.
Diaries Of A Chronicler. 