the beauty in mundane

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In a fast-paced world like the one we are in, we tend to overlook the beauty in simple moments of our life. I realized this when I went to enjoy my holidays in my beautiful village nestled in Odisha. Traveling there after so many months made me nostalgic and overwhelmed about how much had changed in such a short period of time. I went about to open the huge old latch of our bungalow and struggled for about 15 mins trying to pry it open. It was at that normal, or much to say, mundane moment that I noticed the specialty of that antique latch. It had a delicate and intricate design etched into its surface- tiny vines and leaves intertwined in a way which would practically be impossible to notice unless looked upon very closely. As I worked on it, I noticed the fact that this humble latch which worked on a simple mechanism, wasn't just a piece of metal. It was a piece of life's story. It had witnessed countless sunrises and sunsets, greeted visitors and safeguarded my home for so many years. It had a part of history intertwined in my own life. As I oiled the latch, I came to think about how every small act of ours has a beautiful hidden story of its own. Imagine uncovering such a masterpiece in a latch as tiny as this. These ordinary and insignificant moments are the threads which weave a fabric in my life! As I finished fixing the latch, I stepped back to admire the gleaming metal and wondered about how life has so many wonders in the most mundane moments of our life. It is all etched together right in front of our eyes but we forget to embrace these instances, focusing on the more superficial and seemingly big components everyday. Let us take the pleasure of noticing the rhythmic drops of the faucet leaking, the melodious metronome of the clock ticking away every hour and the sweet twinkling of the wind chimes! I shall promise you that life becomes double the more beautiful after this. 

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