Google holds the raw, unfiltered truth of all. People type in their deepest worries, seeking answers to life’s biggest questions: “How to be happy?” “How to belong?” “How to find peace?” The answers? Always the same — dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, adrenaline. All the happiness, wired into our biology.

But here’s the thing, our brain knows it all. Meditation, yoga, deep breathing? Sure. But let’s be real, sometimes you need an external push, some manipulators for an instant dopamine hit. A shortcut to have a grinning face again. And for some, like Manushi Goel, 23, studying Master’s in Fashion Communication at Pearl Academy, Delhi, that quick fix leads straight to a dance floor.

Two whole nights and three days, Manushi is hooked to her laptop screen, while drowning in deadlines. The blue light of the monitor has burned her eyes. The ache in her shoulders, fingers stiff from typing and mind racing with endless thoughts, was exhausting her even more.

“It’s consuming every inch of my mind,” she groaned, Her forehead landed on the desk, disappointment clouding her mind. Its been three days in row with same routine but her work was never ending. “How I will be able to complete this, its so much work, time is less, I need more time, more energy, maybe someone else can do this work of mine” were her thoughts, in loop.
The stress? It wasn’t just in her head anymore, it had settled into her bones, weighing her down.

No nap, no amount of coffee was helping, and half an hour later, she’s in a club. The switch was rapid. One moment, suffocating under the load of expectations, the next, swept up in a neon-lit room, in Imperfecto Garden Galleria, Noida, where entry to the girls is free. Loud bass, flashing lights, strangers moving in rhythm, the crowd syncing with her. “I swear even my cells were dancing,” she laughed, head thrown back, body vibing with the rhythm.

For the first time in days, she felt less burdened. Her mind didn’t need logic or discipline, it needed an escape. She could just stay in that moment and think of nothing else. Was it temporary? Obviously. Did it help? Absolutely.

There’s science behind all these feelings. Dancing releases endorphins, while loud music and flashing lights create sensory overload that forces the brain to disconnect from stress. In that moment, it’s not just fun, it’s biology at work, a hack to reset the mind.

“Being buried under stress is way worse than a night of clubbing,” says Khushi Puri, 22, doing Master’s in Fashion Communication at Pearl Academy, Delhi, tossing her hair as she zips up a white mini dress of Rs. 3000, pairing it with knee-high boots and glossed lips. “Happiness is short-lived these days, so why wait? We create the moments. We collect them and make them last.”

Because at the end of the day, it’s not about the club, the drinks, or the music. It’s about freedom. About tricking the brain into feeling alive, even if just for a few hours. Maybe happiness isn’t in the chase, but in the pause. In knowing when to step away, when to let go, and when to dance it out.