Window Stories

 


A fight erupted 

They both joined in from their adjoining houses 

One was louder than the other

When the air settled, one's familiar feet, hurried inside the other's house

 The air now carried a sweet murmur from the house

weaved with laughter, clicking of the bangles, sounds of the fight.

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His wife and daughter come and go.

He works late into the night

Only the helpers are regular

How is he still happy?




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