Shady Happiness

I have been breaking into a song every couple of moments for the past few weeks now. Whatever a conversation may be about, I’d have an instant song ready to go with it. Of course, the sur-taal still choose to remain miles away from me, but thankfully words don’t desert me now like they used to earlier. There was a long phase when I had completely stopped singing. Never even hummed along with a song. This was, of course, post the sabbatical from the stage (yea yea… I could sing once!). Anyway.
Coming back, the non-stop singing. From romantic to comic to corny… I sing them all. From the Dev Anand-Madhu Bala ones to Rakhi Sawant and the gang. Yes, the domain remains Hindi. Can rarely happen with English songs. Thoda haath tang hai, you see.
And if I think about it, the only reason I can associate with this behaviour is a happy state of mind. Sure I still crib and sulk. Small things never cease to bother me beyond belief either. But, I am happy. And I do not think I need to type out the reason.