A Peppered Life

Some live on bread, some on butter.. I live on Stories.....!!!
Right from the lame and mundane ones to utterly ridiculous and most outrageous ones, I have been in them all. The Cinderellas and the Rapunzels that dominate the toddler world, haven't deserted me even today.. So what does that mean? I haven't grown up yet?
Well..the charm has kept my mind away from pure logic, thus responsible for its present feeble state to argue on anything.
I was deported to the world of stories much before the little Red Riding Hood set out to visit her sick grandma. There was a grandma in this story too- my mom's grandma, who was far from being sick, who in fact, danced to english records with her grandchildren! In 1970's and in India, that was trendy by all means!
It was because of these stories that I was told, I always had an innate belief even in the fairy tales. They seemed to me as real as my mom's mischievous childhood. To call that "mischievous" is rather an understatement, but let's come to that later.
I have always believed that the story called Life, in all its capability, is much more interesting and appealing than any other story that we can possibly weave. And so I say, its not just a bland existence......its a Peppered Life!
I welcome you all to meet my people who are like any other family, only with a hint of extra spice! ;)

P.S. As to whether I have grown up or not, I have grown enough to thank and appreciate God for His precious little gift to us called Life..and the ability to see it in my own people!