Heavy windstorm hit her windows and her thoughts exploded into glimpse of another usual day. She went outside and saw the bonsai banyan tree was there at the left corner of her balcony. Banyan tree even in its bonsai form had such vigilant appearance: she thought; bonsai did know that its growth was stumped and still its structure was so bold irrespective of its potential to grow. Wasn’t the existence flawed intrinsically? Her mind did argue that idea of existence explicitly formulated in a subjective manner and all possible measures of existence were deeply flawed since eternity. She contemplated her thoughts for quite sometime and questioned her sense of happiness to her existence. The moments which had made her happy once, she had come to know those were not unfeigned and she envisioned those moments in her own special way and maybe as sole interpreter, she shaped those moments to be happy. Her state of happiness was not a lie; however reality was not the one she perceived. “Is happiness delusional?”: she asked; “No, happiness is a choice”: he replied.