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'Extraordinary Life'

Jan 13, 2025
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Updated: Jul 17, 2025

By Rahul Marskole


Today I woke up at Rishikesh. 

With the view of Holy Ganges. 

After cleansing my body & soul in the holy river. 

I prayed to Surya Dev (Sun God). 

At breakfast, I ate brown bread with butter & black coffee.

Such Ordinary Life I live. 


For a Lunch, I went to Mumbai. 

At Taj Mahal Hotel, I ordered one 

Grilled Salmon Fish with Garlic Lemon Butter Sauce. 

And a 100 year old French Wine to go with it.While sipping a Tea. 

Do not be jealous. It's just a Ordinary Life I live. 


For a Dinner, 

I made Butter Chicken with Rice & Naan. 

At my penthouse in The Billionaire Sky. 

For a dessert, I went out to eat 

Frrozen Haute Chocolate Ice Cream Sundae. 


Do come visit me. I love guest. You will know 'How Ordinary Life I live.

 

When you will visit, I will tell you. 

How much I enjoy Fireworks at Burj Khalifa on New Year. 

Light diyas on Diwali in New Delhi. 

How I decorate trees at Christmas in New York City. 


I will show you, My Red Envelopes for A Spring Festival. 

My dresses for the parades at The Rio Carnival. 

My tickets for La Tomatina. My Stein for Oktoberfest. 


Such Ordinary Life I live. 


Next Time I shall take you too on my vacations. 

To Scuba diving in Ecuador. 

Sky diving in Nepal. 

For a Train Journey in Europe. 

River Rafting in Rishikesh. 


Just Kidding. I am just lying on my bed. 

I apologise. I am an overthinker. 

Of such Extraordinary life I ponder often. 

Told you not to worry. 

Ordinary life I have lived. 

Ordinary life I shall live. 


The End.


By Rahul Marskole





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