Ordinary life

Its been a year since I wrote anything here. Each day is just ordinary existence. Up in the morning, drop kids to school, back to work, and home in the evening. The predictability of such existance makes it very ordinary. Am reminded of a novel where one character remarks, ' I am an ordinary person, stuck in the world craving for the extraordinary .'

Is it worth it?

Then one incident comes to my mind. I was in Gurgaon studying in college, it was September, my lil one's birthday. I had decided to fly down and surprise her. Called up home from Delhi airport, by chance, my lil one picked up the phone. I told her I am coming home. she sent me a peal of laughter - of pure delight. It was enough for her that I am coming home, she asked for nothing more.

its moments like this which makes my ordinary existence so very full of life and absolute bliss.