There is an apartment just opposite mine
the front door of which is always locked.
Who must be staying in there? I wonder,
There is no one to be seen.
But I hear sometime screams, cracking through the walls;
breaking the long strangling stillness,
Today late night I caught a glimpse of her
large dark eyes with heavy kohl.
The curly hair pulled behind in a bun.
An essence of elegance-She had it all
This was the first time in eons I was seeing my neighbor.
She left, but her perfume stayed in the corridor.
I knew nothing about her; she was a mystery
I would spot her sometimes weeping in the corner of her balcony.
I hesitated to ask why she cried
Because in today’s times, we have stopped interfering in someone else’s life.
And then I hear the siren
A lot of commotion in the corridor
I look through the peephole
To see some people lift a body draped in white
A case of suicide
She was gone. This time, no perfume stayed in the corridor.
I was shaken
Only if I had knocked that door once; only If I had talked to her once
Only if I had asked the reason for those screams, those tears
But no! we are busy in our own world
And interfering in someone’s story is forbidden in today’s world.
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