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On paper, an “ordinary” day in my life reads like a short film: alarm, chai, tiffin, college, ghar ka kaam, sleep. Sounds simple. But if you live it, you know ordinary is actually full of invisible labour, the tiny, thankless things that stop the household from collapsing.
It’s remembering to book the cylinder before you run out of gas, salvaging yesterday’s sabzi into a decent lunchbox, texting the plumber to come after college, or sneaking out at noon to get your medicines because the local shop shuts by 1:00.
There are mental tabs always open: pay the electricity bill, wish Nani on her birthday, pick up the parcel from the delivery guy who called at 8 a.m., and find the missing pressure cooker lid.
Nobody sees this work, but everyone benefits from it. It’s the uncredited editing of life’s film reel. You keep the day “ordinary” by doing a thousand small fixes nobody applauds.
But after a few months, maybe years, the routine stops being comforting and starts feeling like a hand over your mouth. You wake up and the day is already scripted: metro, college, assignments, reheated dal, sleep.
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There’s very little room to breathe. The brain feels like a pani puri stall at peak hour: lots happening, very little pleasure, and you wonder when you last laughed for no reason.
That’s why spontaneity matters here as much as structure. So I desperately crave to say yes to an unplanned evening at the adda, jump on a last-minute train to my hometown, or order Maggi at midnight instead of pretending that I enjoy quinoa (think of it like rajgira or ragi’s globetrotting cousin, same khaane-waali seed-vibe, more gym-friendly label).
These small rebellions, in my opinion, break the monotony. They will remind me that life isn’t just a set of chores, it’s also chai that’s too sweet, music sung loudly in an autorickshaw, and a conversation with a stranger that leaves you teary and amused.
So do the invisible work, bills will get paid, clothes will be folded, tiffins will be packed. But steal back pockets of chaos: a day without plans, a train journey with only a mango and a paperback, a spontaneous filmi dance in your drawing room. Because ordinary only feels ordinary until you let it breathe. Then it becomes something worth living.
Sources: Blogger’s own opinion
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