I hope you enjoyed Chapter-1 of this story. If you haven’t read that, you can give it a read here.
Now, let’s move on to Chapter-2…
The boy who always brings a smile to my face…
I don’t know how he does it, but every time I happen to look at him, he’s doing something that automatically plants a smile on my face. He lives in one of the apartments in the society that’s opposite to mine, and I get a vague view of his balcony. He’s probably a 12 or 13-year-old (I might be wrong), but he always manages to do something childish, yet cute.
I mostly see him doing laundry or hanging clothes on the balcony with his mother. The first time, I saw him trying to kiss his mother on both her cheeks while she was trying to do her work. Something about it seemed beautiful.
Once, his balcony was filled with water, probably from the rain. He held a wiper in his hand, while his mother wiped the floor with a mop. He suddenly started splashing the water by tapping his feet on the floor, as a 3-year-old would. Something about this seemed lovely as well.
This time, I saw him standing on his balcony with his younger sister (I assume), and he started playing with her hair, making braids, undoing them and irritating her on the whole. I think I saw a lost part of me in him; the lost childish me, who I wish would come back at times.