An ode (or not) to my mundane days

A lackluster day.

Technically this is a productive day for me,

A few things got done.. 

A few nice interactions with people around me

But nothing exciting 

I remember the days where I tried 

my best to stay in, but look at me now,

I wanna visit new places every day..

It's because I found a great company,

Kitty is such a fun person.

See I was able to appreciate my outings and trips

because I also have ordinary days like this.

It wouldn't be nice if every day was a great day

Our sun was torrid in the afternoon 

But there was a generous breeze in the terrace 

I smelled like washing soap and fried fish.

I love Amma's fish, 

whatever she does in the kitchen, it's magic

Oh waittt

Maybe that's why I feel like calling her whenever I am eating,

She's the person that introduced taste to me

And our bonding was always on food

Ughh I miss Amma.

It's been 5 years since I started living in hostel 

And I still miss her..

I miss my babbu, peeli and milky (my doggies)

 You know days like this lets me think about my people and connect with them.

Days like this makes me introspect and find new things about my personality.

I hope I was born rich, I always used to wonder what a rich person would have to worry about.

But now I understand that even they have their own struggles too..

Struggle to get accepted by the society and their people, 

struggle to be considered human maybe? Rather than a machine that generates wealth.

This is not an ode, it's just a rant which I'm not very proud of.. and that's okay.