Happiness is a crisp morning filled with promise, where the gentle rustle of the Times of India greets me like an old friend. The newspaper becomes a window to the world, lying in my hands as steam spirals from a perfectly brewed cup of tea. Each sip soothes the soul while headlines whisper tales of distant lands and bustling cities, unraveling stories of political intrigue, triumphs from the world of sports, humor sprinkled here and there, and timeless wisdom from the Speaking Tree. In this harmony of thought, taste, and time, happiness finds its perfect expression to me.