Through My Back Windows

Look out your back window or door — describe what you see, as if you were trying to convey the scene to someone from another country or planet.

Mine is back windows since I live on the 7th floor of an apartment building. I see the road that is perpendicular to the main road, the ones that leads towards our building. It is rarely busy or crowded as it is mostly a residential area with small shops, stores and rather small eateries & tea shops as businesses. I see the 3 tea shops and if I strain my head I can see the grocery store and a novelty shop next to it. I can also see a photo studio, a small store that sells shirts and tshirts and a tiny stall that sells little snacks & lemonade.

I see another bigger, more posher apartment building which I wish we lived in instead of this one. I see the cars coming in through the gate as the day starts to drift into the evening and people come in from work. I see kids playing in the play area or riding their bikes in allocated spots. I see two dogs, belonging to my neighbour, drinking what looks like milk from their bowls and wagging their tails as a young girl of maybe 12-13 watched them having just poured the milk in their bowls. I see the filthy rich neighbour’s family members sitting in the front verandha and talking to each other, moving their hands animatedly.

I see a couple of day labourers walking back tired from the day’s work and one of them is reading a newspaper as he talks to his friend. I see two cars starting and leaving from their parked spot near the two day labourers are walking towards. And I see the last strands of sunlight fade away to darkness as the nighttime falls.

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