My days begin with the whistling cooker,

As my lips parallely chant a prayer,

Packing lunch boxes big and small,

According to the tastes of all.

 

The mundane chores never seem to end,

In loops they endlessly extend,

But at a point I choose to stop,

When an inspiration for a poem or story pops.

 

I hit the gym, ‘cause fitness I value,

Excercise and lift a weights few,

A ritual that makes me happy,

And keeps my mind stress free.

 

I also read at my leisure,

Books, they fill me with immense pleasure,

Into a fictional world I love to peep,

And form connections real deep.

 

Evenings, I spend with my family,

Discussing happenings of the day animatedly,

A walk with my friends, all information I catch up,

And talk with my parents, over a call on whatsapp 

 

At last during nights I take moments to self- reflect,

In silence I consciously introspect,

Paying gratitude to a day well spent,

I retire, hopeful and content.

 

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