An evening at my bedroom window.

Today it was a wonderful evening, drizzling in patches, a cool weather. A perfect evening to stand by your window with a cup of hot coffee and have a good look of mother nature outside. I did the same, but not the Ranbeer Kapoor way, coz i believe thats the last thing people want to watch out of their window on such a lovely evening. Further i sincerely believe that boys, however dumb, have better things to do in their private moment than stand on a window and allow the gush of wind into their privy dom. Anyways, through my window I got a look of huge apartments, all of which appears to be standing tall, since the Aryans moved to India; real cool german architectures, a lush green lawn with a fountain in the centre, few healthy street dogs walking like princes on a stroll, kids playing in the playing area of the apartment and few ladies, probably the mothers of the mentioned kid, sitting on the cemented benches purposefully built close to the playing area. They were perhaps chit-chatting about Mrs. Walia's new saree, about Sherlyn's ouster in Big Boss, about Mr. Dinghra's new car or about Mrs. Khan's son who just got master's from US and has planned to marry an american!

The pecularity about my window is that it falls symmetrically at the centre of my apartment and the added advantage is that one can have a good look into almost all the Flats of the neighbouing apartment, the one facing our apartment. In that aparment there are almost fifteen rows of windows with a set of seven each, for the seven floors. So more than hundred windows into the lives of almost thirty families...Whoaa! Looking out of the window was like being in a next generation multiplex where you could watch several movies at once. I did that, coz who get's that privilege for free!

In one of the window, I saw a middle aged man giving some exaggerated expression and kids of all sizes imitating him in order of their sizes, starting with the smallest in the group. Actually that guy runs a drama school in his house, perhaps his wife doesn't add enough of drama to his life. From that drama house i could even hear an occasssional "Kutte, main tera khoon pee jaunga" . Whoever he was, his fake threats didn't threaten the princes on stroll, i saw minutes before, coz they were damn healthy in a generous society which feeds dog. Perhaps there is a secret selfish wish of security from them, coz ironically I haven't ever seen the same generous people of society allow the starving children into the range of hundred meters of the society. However, there's another kitchen window in which I have always seen that a lady is at work, twenty four hours. It's not her fault coz I did see in the next window that she had a conspicuosly heavy son who was doing a strain test of their bedroom mattress. He was jumping ruthlessly on the bed. Perhaps, he wanted to reach the sky, but his parents never clearly explained him the actual method to do so. Poor kid. A window on the seventh floor had a lady combing her luxuriant hair. She had allowed her hair to fall outside the window. I guessed, either they would be on a display or may be her husband was about to be home and elevators weren't working. God knows! The window which was facing me straight had a group of kids studying. Staring at them I actually recalled how much I hated to study in the evening, that i never did unless threatned by papa that i would not be getting new dress on Durga Puja in the coming season. Papa had previously tried threatening me by portraying a grey picture of my failing in the class and being left behind, but he saw that I was hardly bothered by failing and being left behind. I was ever optimistic, even the thought of new friends gave me a jolly shiver. But, then he played a mind game of new dress and all....huhh! I was so foolish, i could not read in his eyes that new dress was inevitable. He was going to give me anyway.

And then my favorite window. A beautiful girl helping her mother in the kitchen. The ideal kinda studious girl who went to sit at her study desk and wore those Preity Zinta's specs, those from Kal Ho Naa Ho....but only to scare me with a sudden look at my window and me. Those girly sixth sense. I was not ready for that sudden gaze I suppose, coz the coffee spilled over my shirt.....but only to drip close to my heart and provide a tickling warmth!!