At the end of the day.

I was sitting on the couch, watching sunset from my window, sipping my hot and frothy coffee. Enjoying the bubbles in the coffee going pop and disappearing. Each bubble in the froth reminded me of my life's journey. 

It was like a flash back.

Like a mirror, reflecting my life. 

I asked myself diid I live my life, the way I wanted to ?

I mused. 

A bubble was like , Cindrellas story. A carriage miraculously appearing, and at midnight disappearing, like the pop of the bubble. The images from my childhood to elderly women hood, were most amusing. 

Seeing myself in different avatars, like in an album photos, amazed me. 

The precious time with parents, family and friends , seeing in there brought tears in my eyes. 

'Wow' I exclaimed . What a wonderful family of ours. Someone called us' Sound of Music.' 

Soon I glided into another bubble. My youth. Full of struggle. That image too vanished. .

I stopped drinking my coffee. I didn't wish to disturb the foam. The reel had to go on. 

Then I saw my married life, my children, their upbringing, and to top it all my profession. 

 How I tackled every situation?

The bubble burst. I looked into another bubble, saw myself.

 It was the evening of my life. 

My grandchildren around me playing, dancing, and fighting.

 As I was enjoying this reflection, suddenly, with a jolt, I came out of my reverie. 

'Your coffee is getting cold,' my grandson said. He laughed. Are you dreaming?. 

We both went into fits of laughter.