Standing in a white room,
I looked outside the window
which was at the back of
an apartment to look at the
far less used alley,
This is going to be my room,
I told myself listening to nothing
but just plain silence outside.
It's just an apartment and not
A H O M E Y E T.
But, still the stores in the
market complex nearby it
feel familiar and the trees have
already started telling me about
which direction the wind is
going to move next,
I am already sleepy listening to
the raindrops which will fall on the
glass of windowpane in the near future,
and the stray cat living in the
block is already purring in anticipation
of a new human after meeting my eyes,
Feels like it will feel good to call it home.
A few years back, I went to see an apartment which was a kilometer or two from my current house and I loved it there. I remember standing in a room with white walls and a huge window. When I saw that room, I knew it was perfect for me (honestly, the whole house was), but that room was so peaceful because first, it had a window facing an alley which was not very much used by people and second since that alley was less used part it made the room so peaceful even after opening the window. So, that apartment was perfect and I knew that soon I would make it home.
Written by Rebekka Kaur
Picture by: NK illustrates
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