Each Floor with a Different Story- I

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The opulent Snigdha Residency was situated right at the center of the city with a very limited number of apartments in it.  There were only three buildings inside it each with just four apartments. The buildings were constructed in a V shape structure with a huge park and a walking area alongside a pool. All the modern amenities could be found so easily inside it making the survival easy for any of its resident. In fact, a departmental store had also been recently inaugurated, just near the entrance, specifically for the inhabitants of Snigdha Residency.

I was staying in Block A and right in front of me, at a considerable distance was Block C while Block B was at the juncture, thus, creating the shape V. My floor was third. I had inhibitions inside my mind for loosing touch with the ground as the third floor would make me too lazy to get down and move around the park, but gradually, after a long hiatus, I started to indulge myself with the day to day activities of it.

Initially, when I had moved in here, my experience of staying in apartments was none as I had grown up in our own house with a huge courtyard. There were trees and garden where I would sit for hours or would play as a child. Here, I was all alone in this huge luxurious house which certainly did not suit my mind. My mother would often instruct me over phone to talk to people near me and get myself involved. But the remaining hours left after and before my office work, although very less, were spent by me in a very unproductive manner; slothfully drowsing on the couch- watching TV.

I was an early riser, so would wake up at around 5.30 AM morning when most of the residents of Snigdha apartment slept peacefully. I would sit on the chair in the front balcony and enjoy the morning sun with a cup of ginger-milk tea. The mornings would be so calm and as I peeped down, only few residents were seen walking and strolling in the garden. I would decide each day, to begin my morning walks or exercises the very next day- but never did. I was a slim woman but now I had put on some weight as I aimlessly enjoy my torpid state. There was a gym too. I was unable to decide whether I should visit the gym or do some of the free hand exercises or go for the walks in the park. This led to me to nowhere but only to the couch of my living room. I hated the lazy version of myself as I had stopped painting too, which was my childhood passion.

And I decided, this lethargy needs an end.

I slowly started to love my balcony sittings so I decided to resume my hobby. I had bought all the required materials to paint. While I sat on the chair at my balcony, I started looking for some inspiration. For the first time, I realized I was not just looking around but was observing my surrounding. There was a purpose. My eyes paused at the Block C, in front of me and I saw the four floors each with four different stories.

                                                                                                                           To be continued…

 

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