The Ordinary and the Everyday

Books are a very important and fun and relaxing part of my life. The library is one of my favourite places. Many a time, I love re-reading my old favourites. I never get tired of reading them. I really cannot say the number of times I have read Asterix and Tintin comics. They are always fun and make me smile. Recently, I started reading some of my Agatha Christie books. It is interesting that they have not stopped interesting me. On the one hand there are books which have not stopped interesting me. But on the other hand, we leave behind so many books that were once fascinating. Why does this happen?

I was reading in ‘They came to Baghdad’ by Agatha Christie about the importance of ordinary, everyday life. The heroine finds herself  at an archaeological dig. She is fascinated by the thousands-of- years-old pottery and other artifacts reflecting the day-to-day life of those times. She thinks, ‘They are the things that matter- the little everyday things, the family to be cooked for, the four walls that enclosed the home, the one or two cherished possessions. All the thousands of ordinary people on the earth… bringing up families and laughing and crying and getting up in the morning and going to bed at night. They were the people who mattered.’

These lines brought to mind the old lady who walks up the road past our house every evening to the vegetable shop to sell a few garlands to the shopkeeper. She grows the flowers in her garden. The shopkeeper keeps them on the photographs of our Gods. Everyday routine, ordinary life but such an important part of the lives of two ordinary people. In olden days empires came into and went out of existence, but ordinary people have lived on. These days we read about persons who do not belong to the common people and who go to any lengths to get power and more power, and of course wealth and more wealth, for themselves. Their lives seem so far away from the ordinary and everyday lives of ordinary people in any place. We get to read about kings and queens and about people who are supposed to have achieved the great things of life which have changed the world. However we don’t get to read about the mundane and the ordinary.  Blogging has brought me into contact with bloggers in different parts of the world writing about their everyday life. I love reading this. Life seems to be the same everywhere. We take this routine for granted but in so many places this simple, everyday routine remains a dream. A sad truth.

Last month our daughter and grandson were with us. Those days were fun days and life revolved around our grandson. He mesmerized us with everything that he did. He wound us around his little finger and knew that we were at his command. The outside world and the events taking place there seemed to be happening on another planet. Memories of those days will always be with us. There was nothing special in what we did, just everyday, ordinary things and so very precious. They are as precious as those moments of sheer beauty in our daily life, like sunrise and sunset, blooming flowers, busy little birds flying back to their homes in the evening  and so much more.



By Lakshmi Bhat

I am a person who believes there is not enough darkness in the world to extinguish the light of a small candle. We live in a small place in South India. I love reading, blogging, stitching, traveling, photography, listening to people and many other things which make life so very nice and interesting. Blogging is a fun experience, it has brought me into contact with people in different parts of the world and it is good to read about their everyday life. In spite of the differences there is a sameness which is fascinating. I have learnt and am learning something everyday. I have learnt to write haikus. I enjoy combining the thought and the number of syllables. I have always read books and I was happy to write short fiction. I had thought I would not be able to do so. Stream of Consciousness and photo challenges are fun too. Yes, there is so much in life that is sad and that hurts us. Many a time I wonder why life is so unfair to so many. We all have problems in life but the problems of many seems unbearable. This makes me feel so helpless. It is not possible to help everyone but we can do our bit, we can do something to help some in whatever way we can. I go to the Home for the Mentally challenged in our campus twice a week. I have been going there since 2011. The members are an important part of my life. The Covid has made it difficult for me to go there regularly. There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made life so much more richer.


  1. Thank you for this reminder of the beauty in everyday things. One of the things I enjoy about blogging is discovering the ordinary, everyday landscapes of the people I ‘meet’ through the blog.

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