When the Mughal Dynasty Meets Maggi Breaks

What are you doing this evening?

Evenings are supposed to have poetry in them. At least that’s what the movies promise: golden sunsets, coffee mugs, and deep conversations. My evening, however, was more like a sequel nobody asked for—“Work and Mid-Terms: The Return.”

Between target that refused to end and kids whose exam questions were harder than my office tasks, I found myself becoming a multitasking superhero. “Parenting is the art of turning chaos into homework solutions,” I muttered, while juggling fractions, history dates, and spelling lists.

There’s a famous line: “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” I’d add—life is also what happens when your child insists that the Mughal dynasty is less important than their need for snacks every five minutes.

But here’s the funny thing: these so-called ordinary evenings hold their own charm. Maybe they don’t look Instagram-worthy, yet they stitch together the rhythm of family life. A little laughter when a kid gets an answer wildly wrong, a little sigh when the clock reminds me I still have work pending, and a quiet comfort in knowing I’m needed.

“Routine may not sparkle, but it anchors us when storms arrive.”

So no fireworks, no breaking news, just another evening of gentle busyness. And perhaps that’s worth cherishing.

Thought to ponder: What if the evenings we dismiss as “ordinary” are the ones that quietly raise us, shape us, and gift us stories for later?