This entire story is a compilation of my observations and most of it is fiction, so don’t take me too seriously 😜😂
Anyways, let’s move on to Chapter-3…
The peahen that danced in the storm…
It was a summer evening, yet it felt like monsoon. The wind was strong that day, and it carried a million dust particles along with it. I’m not a big fan of dust flowing into my face, but I love the wind, and I was out on the balcony only for the breeze.
Suddenly, it started thundering and lightning, and it felt like the sky started pouring down all its intense emotions down on me. I stood by the railing and embraced all the raindrops, as I closed my eyes. This was a feeling like no other.
I felt so exhilarated, that I excitedly laughed every time the sky filled up with thunder and lightning. I know it looks scary to a lot of people, but I found it calming. Something about it was serene, and it made me crazy, yet sane. I don’t know if I’m making sense, but it’s just very hard to explain that feeling.
I set my laptop up just by the door to my room and played my playlist consisting of some of the best songs to listen to on your balcony with a cup of coffee. It was the playlist I had been working on for the past few days, I finally found the occasion to use it. If you want to listen to my playlist, then click here…
I let myself free and danced to the music like a peahen dancing in the rain. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a boy (most probably a teenager near to his 20s) in one of the balconies opposite to mine, watching me. I was being watched all this time, and I was still being watched, but I didn’t care. I had been the stalker every time, but this time I was the one being stalked. But, I was too into my element to have cared about it, for I continued to do whatever I was doing.
I’ve seen him quite a lot of times. He seems to be a person who enjoys chilling on the balcony like I do. And, he’s the only person in all of the balconies who notices me. He’s an observer too, it seems. We often find ourselves just looking at each other, with nothing to say (as if we can hear each other without shouting, in this distance). I like it when people are observant; they seem to have a more vivid memory. I believe, when you’re unobservant, you’re also being ignorant, and life isn’t to be ignored. Something about him intrigues me to know him, and I hope I do someday.