Spicy sour meal on a cold rainy fall night

A bowl of warm sour gundruk
Heating up the outside
and oh the insides too
on a rainy fall night
cool dark mysterious
oh but so comforting
with a large bowl
of jasmine rice, sticky
and filling
as the rain patters
outside my window
and I talk
to near and dear ones,
Is this not ecstasy,
is this not happiness?