The girl on the balcony (Chapter-4)


Please read the previous chapters before you read this, it’ll be much better. Hope you’re liking these views I’ve been sharing from my balcony…

Well this time, it’s different. I’m not the one on the balcony, someone else is…

If you want to find out what happens, read with me Chapter-4 of ‘The girl on the balcony’!

Working out those muscles…

I had already gone up-down about 8 times when I saw someone standing on their balcony and watching me work out. 

This time, I wasn’t the one on the balcony, he was. I was hanging upside down from the monkey bar in the garden, and he could see me clearly from his place. I continued doing my upside-down crunches in the attempt of getting abs. After doing a good amount of exercise, I started playing badminton with my sister. While playing badminton, when I looked at his balcony, I saw him working out, and I could hear some music. The music was the kind with lots of beats and stuff because he was working out. 

After a good game of badminton, my sister left me to myself and went back home. I’m sure when he looked at me then, he would have thought I was dying because I kinda was. I had cramps from all the ab and leg exercises, and the badminton match was pretty hardcore too.

He was done with his workout too, and his music suddenly changed from the workout-kind to my type of music. I was about to go back home, but then he played ‘Tum Jab Paas’, and I found myself standing stoic; I couldn’t go back home then, could I? I decided to walk there, just to listen to the songs he played. I lip-synced as I lurked there. He played ‘Tere Bina’ after that, and I found myself lip-syncing to it too. It was a different feeling altogether, and I felt so relaxed after such an exhausting day. It was bliss! Unfortunately, after a while, I had to go back home, but I will never forget this moment; it was a little moment, but it had to be treasured.

Published by Kamya Seervi

A poetess consumed by wanderlust and eaten up by the eagerness to know about the mysteries of life. A poetess, writer, traveller, wanderer, ponderer and fitness enthusiast. I'm a fifteen-year-old and I love expressing my thoughts through poems, blogs, essays and other pieces of writing. I hope you like my work!

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