Hurdle of bright lights criss-crossing each other, honks and pace. The evening breeze flowing across the ocean and through the beach. Eateries and happy crowd. Children playing in the sand and adults becoming children again. The rush of love and passion. The roadside Tea-Stall. The petrol pump nearby and refuelling of people and their vehicles. The signal lights. The night sky.
Another morning with salty breeze across the ocean and warm sun to enlighten the path. The hangover. The late night parties and the excess of alcohol. The glitter of the former night and the shutter of eyes adjusting with exposure to the light. Arms around waists and waists encased between arms. Endless clinks of glasses and exchange of extreme perfumes.
The sunny afternoon. The thirsty strays and ignorant lot of merc owners. The office hours and coffee addicts. The vertical blinds and the air conditioned rooms behind. The schools and lectures. The paper-stalls with Middays.
The cloudy time before dawn. And arrival of rain in the evening. The stranded traffic. Cursing crowd and bare feet people entering the sea. The drops of rain sparing no one. The ones getting wet with their umbrellas and the ones embracing the drips with open hands. The smell of soil. And potholes filled with water. The hookah parlours and coffee joints. The tattooed girls and some more alcohol. Another night.
The glass between us lets me hear it all. It lets me see it all. It’s the view of life from my apartment window.
