The next day, Uncle comes again to meet Ruth at the hotel. "What a beautiful morn it is, isn't it, Ruth?" Ruth jumped out of her bed to glance out through the glass window pane. She had a deep dote for Dame Nature. But this time, all that she could see was a sky full of darkness. Clouds overcasting the sky. It seemed to her as if her best buddy was pitying upon her grief. "Uncle, if you consider this to be a fine morning, what should I be considered as? A life full of bliss?", the furious girl asked, being astonished at Mr. Smith's words.

"Ruth, you have become so ruthless. You were never this way before. You can see those grey nimbus clouds but not the beautiful rays of the sun coming down to the earth through those little niches created in the dark clouds. Just look at them. Seems like threads of gold coming straight down the heavens to weave a necklace for the nature."

" Uncle, a girl whose father doesn't allow her to fulfill her dreams for he thinks that she might not be able to withstand the difficulties of life. A girl who has high dreams but none to support her with it. Such a girl whose life is full of blues, and you expect her to be laughing and giggling all the time? "

With a smile on his face and a shimmer in his eyes, the Uncle said," Sit here, ", handing over a chair to her," Shall I narrate a story to you? Just as I used to do in your early childhood days." "No, I am a big girl now. I turned 14 this year. I don't need your bedtime stories now, at least not at this time of the day.", said Ruth, rejecting his proposal.

"But Ruth, I am sure you will enjoy it. ", Mr. Smith tried to convince her to listen to the story.

After many persuasive words, finally, he could convince her to get her ears on for she was about to witness the marvellous journey of a phenomenal man."His pals and family called him Happy. As the name states, Happy was a zealous person, full of joy and bliss. ", Mr. Smith began his narration.

It is always said that the name of an individual defines his personna. So was the case with Mr. Happy as well. He was a light-hearted and a very cheerful youth. Being happy and joyous at all times does not mean he didn't have problems in life. He had a host of things going through his mind all the time. He belonged to the poorer section of India's developing economy. He worked as a sweeper in a trading market. His father worked the job of a peon in an official firm but most of his salary was spent on his addiction to liquor. His brother, Smiley, sold newspapers at the railway platforms. Just two earning members in his family and a number of twelve to spend it. Nevertheless, he was always in a jolly mood, searching for situations where he could help others.