Balcony View

Finally, after struggling to find a house in Mumbai's preferred location and fulfilling my budget criteria, I hit the nail on the head. 

After almost giving my life's free time to brokers, I shifted to my new flat.

Hall balcony has a garden view and the bedroom balcony has a view of a jogging path and view to my neighbour's balcony. 

Taking a view and thinking to call my parents to stay with me for some days, maybe near Diwali.

Monday approached and I was relaxed as no travel time for the office, no more pupa rides in office cabs. While waiting for elevators I read the wooden crafted nameplate of my neighbours. Sharma's with a lot of calligraphy in it. In a moment it was impossible to read it.

 Days went on, but I hardly saw anyone un their house from my balcony except their maid. 

The weekend approached and my sleep got barged by an extra melodious voice of someone singing. I wanted to hear more of it. It was like yoga to my mind. I casually took coffee and sat in the balcony, to see who she was. Her voice was making my Saturday morning perfect in all ways.

Finally, after a lot of peeks through my newspaper, I could get a glimpse of her. A lady dressed up in a yellow suit, so pretty and beautiful. Someone perfect to fall in love with. While she came out, I smiled at her but she barely noticed. 

Diwali was approaching and the final day came when I was rushing to pick up my parents from the station. 

Sharma's house was well decorated with new bandarwaar's and wall hangings.

And my flat only had house no plate on it, that too I barely cleaned.

Every time I waited for the lift, I wish to share the lift with the yellow suit girl, and today it was my lucky day. She looked more elegant than the balcony view. Her eyes were so deep as if they had millions of secrets hidden in them. 

I introduced myself to her, with a smile she greeted me. She was accompanied by her maid. Throughout all I could think was about her, till I met my parents.

After my parents came and got settled it was time to show them the city.

Due to extra social nature mom soon gelled up with Sharma's. And next Tuesday we were invited for Diwali dinner at their home.

It was dinner night while I was only interested to know about their daughter, they dint talked about her much.

After a lot of unrealistic talks, her mother called Shreya.

She joined us for little time, followed by her maid. 

She looked really amazing in a red suit. Difficult to state which colour suited her better. Yellow or red. Soon she left us talking. I wanted to know why she could not stay longer with us, why she is always assisted with a maid.

And in no time, my extrovert mom asked her parents about the mystery. 

My all questions would be answered like this, I had no clue.

Shreya, was born with a disease in which her eye lenses were very weak and with time, she lost her vision completely. Since then Malti their maid assisted her throughout. It took many days for the family to accept the truth of life. Now Shreya spent most of her time in her room, learning music on weekends.

That night while I returned home, lying on my bed, all I could think about was how come the most beautiful eyes I encountered has no vision in them. The beautiful voice has never seen the world, still has emotions overflow in her songs.

Without looking me, the warm smile she gave me in the lift, from where is this amazing girl driving energy.

Her zeal towards a life with her own view, made me fall more in love with her. Somewhere I wanted to talk to her, to tell her how the city looks beautiful in Diwali lights. How difficult their nameplate is to read.

And how much my heart has feelings for her.

Maybe her eyes were what made me fall in love with her.

And now I wanted to be her eyes for the rest of life.