come to my window

While i get down the stairs.....i hear sounds outside each flat...exclusive sounds. 3rd floor...kid's crying or playing. 2nd floor...songs. first floor...TV on. When i mention these kind of sounds...i mean, only and only that kind of a sound. Its queer. So when the kids r playing or crying ...are they the only ones locked up inside their spaces making those sounds, there's gotta be some adult around, do they ever speak amongst themselves or their respective babies.? 2nd floor...an empty flat and a flat of three girls and a boy and their common mom and dad. So when they play the radio....do they stop talking, is like listening to news on radio during second world war?? first floor..a flat of whining woman and her physically challenged husband. the man looks normal but seems the woman sorrys herself way too much and has become mentally challenged. she just has to show her glimpse and drop some words out of her mouth to make me wish that the police should come and arrest her. in front lives an ideal family...whenever the door is left ajar...u see a sqeaky clean house...theres a girl..daughter of the house, well-groomed, not a looker...but having a lotta sense to carry herself....clean, soft-spoken, relevant mom and dad. but there's an eerie silence outside their house. why? i cant ever figure out.

for an hour every day in the evening...kids come out of their houses and hang around.teenager boys seem to play a very short-durationed cricket and girls below 12-13 actually play games. girls above this age look vulnerable, taking innumerable walks in the building's premises and throw themselves in way of the cricket playing crowd. but their sorry luck dont fetch them no guy. Some new lot of young tenants in the 9th and 10th wing...but soon after they moved in...they seemed to have found their respective muses, much to our pretty, young, restless girls' disappointment. I hope these girls get to explore outside the four walls of these premises. I wish them happiness, however they can get it. Strange, happiness is connected to small little things in that age. A day without some body's attention can make life not worth living.

There's a girl in the 11th wing, 3rd floor, she watches them all in the evening, from her balcony but doesnt go out herself. She looks handicapped but i've seen her walk. I think her brother doesnt allow her downstairs. she walks and talks like a young boy...like her older brother perhaps. May be her parents ask her to hero-worship her brother...brother looks dominant. She hung-around alot everywhere, a year or two back. she may have goofed-up a lil bit and its a detention she is living these days. who knows!

In the first and second wing live rich kids, ive heard their folks live outside india....they decidedly have a lot of air...each looks like Mr. Darcy from the pride and prejudice. Some very good looking girls too. I've heard they r trying to make it in bollywood as 'choreographers'. They did some flamingo act in ganesh utsav's programmes. i missed their rendition.

Behind our building r houses, i mean, bungalows. 2 little girls live there. They played with each other...they twittered like small birdies and kept asking their mommy n old nanny to play with them ' mummy aao na, khelo na, jeeji tum khelo na'...but thankfully, in their neighbours servant quarter, a boy of 4-5 year has moved in with his poor n pleasant looking parents. Boy looked awfully derooted somedays before till he accepted these girl's invitation to play with them. Their sounds fill up our noons these days. Its music to our ears. Atleast my ears