Choosing happiness

” I can’t imagine spending a good 10 hours of my day, everyday , in this congested , suffocating office”, Neha sighed recalling her friend’s father’s luxurious living-room-of-an-office.

“Imagine, all the boring , repetitive, balance sheets that I would have to wrestle with. Can’t believe people send so many gifts/ urgent packages everyday. I sure don’t receive any”, her soliloquy continued.

“You are so tall, I am so petite”.

“You are so beautiful , I am ugly.”

Neha overheard the two flower bouquets converse.

” Someone had bothered to decorate the new employee’s work-table. It wasn’t going to be that terrible after all”

Neha smiled.

Word count-98

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

PHOTO PROMPT Β© Dale Rogerson.

Thanks Dale for our photo prompt .

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54 thoughts on “Choosing happiness

  1. You have made the lovely flowers talk to one another. A very beautiful story written simply and hence effectively. You managed to convey the message that there is more to life than mundane physical ambiance. All it takes a human touch to lift our spirits. Well done, Moon.

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    • Thanks so much , Kalpana. Yes, Neha was very unhappy with her humble new office in the beginning but the exchange of words between the flower bouquets made her realise that there’s no such thing as ‘perfect’ , so we can either choose to mourn over our imperfections or focus on the good things in and around us and thus choose happiness in the process.πŸ™‚πŸ™‚And of course , there’s the element of a caring colleague/s putting the bouquets on the table to make her feel welcomed plus the natural feel-good factor about flowers. sorry about the super long reply .

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