My Idea Of Happiness

One day, in school, I was given this topic to write an essay. With my as good as ever writting skills, the dreadful marks on the result sheet and some dissapointed faces at home compelled me to think seriously over 'My idea of happiness'.
As a child, I used to think happiness is something you feel, not something you read or write about, the very reason I couldnt write the essay. But now it seems its more of a lofty ornament , for intellectual people to test their comprehension skills on! Well, being not-so-intelletual, i would still get dreadful marks on this write-up if teacher reads it, but still I'd like to pen down my idea of happiness. ( Big things never quite make you happy, so I'll stick to the small things)
To me,
Happiness is the taste of the hot and sweet jalebis that you eat in the shade of the nukkad's sweets shop, watching the rain splashing outside.
Happiness is the smile on the face of the little beggar boy when you give away the last penny of your pocket money that you had saved to buy your favorite icecream, to him.
Happiness is the beauty of the moonlight when you sit in the calmness of the rooftop, listening to your favorite music.
Happiness is what you see in the laughing eyes of a toddler, completely ignorant of the harshness of life ahead.
Happiness is what u feel when you put your head in your Mom's laps and she strokes your hair so fondly.
When it comes to happiness, I can never foget that day when I got late to my class and got scoldings that even today send a shiver up my spine. It was a rainy day and i had stopped on my way to help an old vegetable seller to stand her stall. Even after the scoldings, when i saw my face in the rain-ladden window glass of my class, I was smilling! How else do we define happiness?
-KETKI