A typical morning, I woke up to the sound of rain, took a look at my phone and thought “I hope my mom forgot to switch on the alarm last night, I don’t want to go for yoga classes today”. It was the PERFECT weather for a nice, long, deep sleep. Unsurprisingly my mom walked into my room, switched on the light and said, “Wake up sunshine, time for yoga”. She had a huge grin on her face because she loved yoga more than sleep. I don’t think that is even remotely possible.
Yoga classes went fine.
I love riding my bike. That is the only reason I agreed to go for yoga classes in the first place. When I return, I get to practice driving my bike.
Since I do not have a license I practice around the building I live in. I must have taken at least 15 rounds before I realized that I was being watched.
I saw her like a shadow, standing behind the bars of her window. The room was dark. I couldn’t see her face. I could only see her bright pink saree. It had started to rain again but I wasn’t about to give up. Why was she looking at me? Do I remind her of someone? Why was she standing in the dark? Was she feeling lonely? I had a million questions in mind.
I continued to drive around my building, wishing she would move a little closer to the window.
In front of her house, 2 scooters and a bike were parked. She probably has a husband, a daughter and a son.
Two steps! That’s all that she had to move and I would be able to see her face. But she didn’t. She stayed where she was, and I continued to drive.
The rain strengthened, I couldn’t drive anymore. As I stopped and stared at her window, she vanished into the dark of her room. What was her story?
Was someone really there? Or was it just a figment of my imagination. I guess I would never know.