After a week's stay in a hotel, I just moved to an apartment closer to work. It's a studio with a tiny balcony overlooking the carpark. I have been busy all day organising the space. I have decided to live alone, as that would be a stressless option. I loved the location and comfort of facilities closer by. As I was enjoying the fresh Californian spring breeze, with a cup of coffee, in the balcony, the guy living next door came out to his balcony, banging the door. He was smoking and took every puff in quick succession. He threw the butt on the floor and took the next one and started smoking. He looked very tensed and restless. I can see an outraging anger on his face. He suddenly turned and looked at me sternly. I didn't know what to do, so I smiled. He murmured something, threw the cigar on the floor and went inside.
I slowly got addicted to this new independent, self-reliant life. It not only gives me confidence but also opened door to see the world with a different perspective. I have been living a door to door life. It had been home-school-home, then home-college-home and then home-work-home. But now, I am talking longer walks in the evenings, I go for shopping all by myself, I spend more time in the park and I smile more and talk less. I shared with my mom about the new me. But she always persisted in getting the next flight home.
I bought a purple coloured rose plant and settled it in the corner of my balcony. My favourite colour and my favourite flower. As I was watering the plant, the guy next door came to his balcony and looked nervous. He was looking down at the carpark and was in deep thoughts. I guess my humming disturbed him. He turned to my side, stared at me, tipped the cigarette butt off his finger and went inside. The butt landed on my new plant. Now, I am so furious and fuming.
"Excuse me", I screamed at the top of my voice.
He came out of his house.
"What do you want? What is bothering you? You smiled and now you want to talk. Are you trying to hit on me? Don't ever get any idea. I know about you girls. All you need is my wallet and willy. Isn't it?", he shouted at me and went inside. I stood still and my eyes were all wet.
I have hardly seen anyone being so rude to me. Inwardly I was seething and wanted to shout back, may be, slap him for his dirty thoughts - dirty thoughts about me. Let alone me, no girl would prefer a guy like him. His shaggy hair, unshaven face, cigarette smoke, dirty clothes, smelly him and above all his filthy words and dirty mind, can never be appealing to any girl, any girl like me.
The haunted incident started to fade away and I got very busy with my work, that I started to work longer hours, sometimes without food and sleep.
"Mom I am gonna be alright. It's just a fever. Nothing serious to worry about"
"I told you not to go at the first place. But you and your dad never listened to me", said mom over the phone.
"Mom please"
"Why don't you talk to your Manager and come back?"
"Mom I am working from home this week. I will be better soon. Please don't worry about me"
"I know you won't listen to me", said my mom. She is very upset that she couldn't be by my side when I am sick. She will be upset for days, even if I get the mildest of a scratch. I know every mom is like that. Even I might be like her, worrying about my kids day in and day out.
As far as I know, headache, blocked nose and sore throat are the worst combination ever. They can be handled separately, but not together. And all three are killing me right now. As I was about to fall asleep, a loud music from next door woke me up. It was too noisy. Any music will only be a noise, if you are sick. I was growing impatient and went to warn him. The very thought of him was nerve wracking. I hated to see him.
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