The life and times of ordinary people..................

What of the travails of our lives? What about the ups and downs that we face? What of our actions and inactions? What of our daily conundrums. And, finally, what of our feelings and emotions.

No songs are sung to celebrate them, no paeans are written, we are never eulogized by any one, neither are we noted by any creative mind, our lives remain dark and hidden, small and inconsequential, but only on a personal scale, for us, for our own selves, our fortunes or misfortunes take on a massive dimension. And, instead of the ordinary life of nothingness our lives take on the form of larger comedy and tragedy as the case may be. To us, our times and age and the period we live in takes on a grandeur and magnificence that is hard for others to perceive.