Time is flyingggg....:)

How many times have you heard people saying "Really, it's been five years already?? Time is flying". But if we peep in and have a closer look at our memories, its not so "flying" after all. A sequence of chores that we follow day in day out connect us to people, things, places that we might not necessarily know or intentionally take notice of.

I was walking to the metro station this morning and was following my usual routine. Considering that I leave home around the same time everyday, people I see on my way to office are same too. The two aunties walking there dogs and sitting on there favorite bench gossiping about don't know what! I unmistakably see them every single morning. This guy with a funky hat, taking the trash out from the garbage chute in my condo, I consciously make an effort to look at him without wrinkling my nose at the sight of trash and saying a very good morning to him with a broad smile. His job is the toughest, taking out people's trash is no fun. A little further I walk , the "Bonjour" bread guy is always filling in fresh bread in the vending machine for the residents, he turns back and raises his eyebrows saying "have a good day"...without actually saying it :P ya, we kind of have an understanding :P. Grrr, the moment I step on the wet floor cleaned by a very old uncle in front of the post office, I curse myself but he is never cross, he always looks at me with a warm smile and I right away feel like volunteering to mop the floor with him. He is really old and my heart breaks to see him doing it in hot sun everyday.

As soon as i walk past the escalator in the mall on the way to the metro station, smell of the fresh toast and tea puts a grin on my face. No, i don't eat at this place but this fresh scent of a usual morning where people rush together to work, is a mix of toast & tea & their favorite body wash or perfumes & news papers & novels & smiles & stares & many more things! The day just kick starts with all these people you see on the trains & in the buses, doing hundred different things but consciously or unconsciously they become a part of your life. When you look back at your memories, they may be a little insignificant to sparkle on top of your head but they really are the ones who significantly contribute to your routine of 365 days. 

Life amuses me everyday, in one way or the other :)

Ciao!