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Of balconies and waves!!

The amazing thing about balconies is that you always manage to make a friend or two! (No pun intended, and no they are not crushes or the likes, simple friends and no, i am not copying Vidya Balan frm KK, I have had balcony frnds ever since I could peek out through my balcony!

SO back in Karachi, I had an age old balcony aunty friend.. She was in a separate building, every time it rained she, like me, used to come in the blcony.. at times since they dint draw curtains I cud see uncle ji too!! and some times suddenly they used to have a housefull!! one day.. she asked me to come over..(with mum) we dint go!! but well, she used to b a nice person!!

I really dont know how odd I'm gonna sound but me n my bro used to fly shopping bags back home!! no not kites, thailiyaan!! haha!! on sundays when no traffic, no onlookers.. i could easily sneak in the balcony with him, Mum allowed but Papa was a bit (a huge bit) strict!! un se bachte bachte me n himused to do this, ke kis ki theli xzyada durr tak jati hay!! gosh!! woh din!!

n here too as I look out hrough my window while drying clothes, the maid across my balcony waves to me..sometimes I think I need just a wave of a hand to lemme know someone somewhere thinks about me lovingly! and when I was returning home one day walking, I see this maid walk on the other side of the road, I wanted to wave again, she wasnt looking.. and I kept staring and she waveddd!! yayyy I waved back!! sometimes life is so simple, sometimes just a wave makes your day!! and sumtimes just a smile, or a text, or a call, a hug or a kiss!!! a simple single thing is enough for a simple human being!! :)

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