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Listen to your terrace...

Terrace, balcony has some deep connection with me, I guess it's common. It is place where we chill out, where we spend some alone time looking outside, sitting sipping morning coffee or evening chai. It is quite a favorite place of many likewise mine too. Today standing on my terrace which is 3 storied building, I am looking at 10 floored apartments, they have many balconies. I closely observed each of them and saw different stories. 

I saw a beautiful couple kissing and looking at the lovely children playing in the garden, a child trying to play with toys, a bachelor I guess smoking cigar, a lady drinking something probably chai, a teenage girl standing looking sad, a old couple chatting, a mom I guess taking the clothes she held up to dry, many more same scenarios which repeated in each balcony.

I am amused by the stories each terrace tells; we think all humans are different. Yes, indeed we are, but if we look closer, we understand how connected we all are. I was surprised by the thought. If we understand all of us more alike than we assume, all the jealousy, anger on others disappears as we humans have a quality of accepting people like us, just like us.




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