happiness

it is life time of unhappiness.

a rich fat man is unhappy with life

he has done everything he could do but is unhappy

each passing day is gloomier than the previous

some one suggested he possibly try and meet mullah

it is difficult mullah usually take afternoon siesta at the center of market in a cloth shop

no option rich man set out for the bazaar

he abandoned his vehicle outside the market and proceeded slowly to the center where he possibly could find mullah

mullah was sleeping when he arrived he just started his yarn when mullah suddenly got up snatched bag tied around the rich man's fat large belly and scram

''lootgiya - robbed rokho pakro - stop hold sobgiya - all gone ..." rich man followed mullah with heavy steps

mullah knows this area very well and all lanes and bi-lanes, he ran zig zag  and return to sleep after 5 minutes of sprint

it took an hour for puffing sweating rich man to reach mullah

mullah returned the money bag to rich man and asked

"khush - happy"

rich man could not utter a word just nodded - "yes"

my measure of unhappiness is what i can't leave without ....