DAMN
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Last month I shifted to this new society in a newly renovated 2BHK with my friend who is also my office colleague. Generally, I consider myself a good listener and with good empathy but I was not that much capable enough to hear my previous owner rant for more than 2 minutes about her new property or her family or how the building caretaker is not cleaning properly. Whenever she visited me and my roommate do turns to meet and greet her. Her voice was so shrill that we decided to move out when we got to know that she will be shifting back to our building in 1–2 months.
This new place was nice and one of the best things was balcony view of society’s garden from my room and also office commute was less from here. Every night after finishing my office work and dinner, I started sitting here alone reminiscing about my day or just watching society hustle bustle. Some kids riding their bicycles with their parents walking behind them, some elderly persons taking their after-dinner walk, one uncle holding his wife hand to help her walk with a stick, a mom walking her baby in a pram, a group of men walking fast may be discussing share market or politics, 2 pregnant women walking slowly together careful at each step and few boys playing basketball.
I was sitting on my balcony chair lost in my thoughts, when I heard a loud voice “DAMN”. I looked up in the direction from where it came and notice a boy with spectacles who I think just missed a shot in basketball game. First thought that came to my mind was “Oh he is cute, must be famous in his college”. Then, next day again I sat in my balcony noticing the cute guy “his smile is cute” and then I remind myself that he is a kid in college and the last I was in college was 3 years ago. But this became my daily ritual now to wait for the basketball game and noticing the cute DAMN guy. He is always smiling, sometimes poking his friends, athletic built and unlike today’s youth not on phone always and seems decent and nice enough. Other day a pregnant lady was walking and dropped her keys, he quicky ran towards her and handed her the keys may be knowing it must be difficult for her to bend and pick her keys. He always greets society uncle and aunties who are walking in the area. All these things I have noticed in just 20–30 minutes of my balcony time in a few days. Some days I tell myself to stop going to balcony just to watch him but then what is the harm in appreciating if you find someone nice. If you are not having any further ulterior motives then what is the harm in looking from a healthier distance unless it is making other person uncomfortable or scared. I contemplated that since I have no other intentions or thoughts, this daily ritual is good to go.
If you get a good feeling after you talk to someone or after you just look at someone then it’s a good therapy for you and for your day. You can sleep at ease with a smile and conclude your day and being as energetic as before for the next day upheavals.
