“How Much Land Does a Man Require?” is an 1886 short story by Leo Tolstoy. The story speaks of a greedy farmer.

What happened to our little happiness: running after butterflies, kite fight, or dancing in the first monsoon rain? Or eating mangoes from orchid during summer, swimming in a village pond, and learning to float.

We have forgotten little happiness or times have changed? Or is it more to do with our fast pace or a 360-degree redefinition of happiness has emerged?

Got a video call this from a cousin, he was enjoying fresh mango from the orchids. It took me to my past.