Avli,
The
cockcrow has brought good tidings.
And
it is surprising how small things make a huge difference to the otherwise
mundane and routine life.
Yes,
it has been a most ordinary life. Like anybody else’s or perhaps everybody
else’s. But we do not stop living it because it is ordinary. We try to find
meaning in littlest of joys and we want to do away with tiniest of sorrows.
Everybody strives to live. And same goes for me too.
To sum
it all up, I was born a few years ago to the most loving family. I grew up,
went to school and then to college. From a nestling to a bird – right before
your eyes. I did what every child, teenager and young adult did at relevant
times.
Routine
life. Family. Eight-to-three friendships. Growing up. Job. And that's just
about it.
Awesome
so far.
There’s pleasure in being reminded of
the value of ordinary life.
Karen Thompson Walker
But
sometimes extraordinary does happen. And that transforms the taste of living.
Like a dash of pepper and salt to the bland curd.
Something
of the sorts has happened.
Avli
… Avli … O Avli …
I wrote this on Monday ... yes, I did fit in my 10 measly minutes but never got time to update it.
Anyways, I am experimenting with NaNoWriMo challenge and this is a part of the story, if there is one.
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.