It was a lazy evening, I was sitting in my balcony with a cup of tea. I was very bored from sitting and moving inside the house all day. Also I got tired going through the same 4 apps, honestly going down the internet rabbit hole drains you mentally, I mean there’s so much unwanted info on the internet that you consume. I really need an internet detox.
Anyways continuing the balcony incident (just got carried away lol) so opposite to my house there’s this apartment complex, it’s not very close but close enough to see their windows and balconies. (Okay so I am no peeping Tom alright, I love observing)
As I was sipping my tea, I saw two kids (siblings I guess) were aggressively swinging on a rope tied on to the roof of their balcony, to say that they were mischievous would be the least. They were going about it for a solid 10-15 mins, that’s when their mother comes yelling from kitchen and takes them inside the house and slams the door shut. This was quite amusing.
That’s when I realized, every window there had a story. Next to those kid’s balcony I saw a cute couple taking pictures of the sunset and simply enjoying each other’s company. On the other I saw an old grandpa reading something with full concentration(he was really into it), and a grandma appeared from behind him and simply placed the tea cup on his arm rest. No words exchanged, they were so used to each other’s presence I could see it.
Every home has a story, what you see through these windows is just a glimpse of it. Some windows are aesthetically decorated, some are simple and plain, while some are filled with potted plants. All this says something about the people who live within.
Windows are beautiful isn’t it, even though every house in that apartment complex are identical architecturally, each an everyone of them has a unique story. And windows share a glimpse of it.
The philosophical one 