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She stood
there, hands folded across each other and resting on the balcony railing. She
looked across the tops of the numerous coconut trees, interrupted by apartment
high rises. One day, she thought, I’ll buy an apartment in one of those
buildings. She loved her rental flat too, it was comfortable, but the dream of
owning her own home never left her thoughts.
There was
a cool breeze coming in from the sea, which lightly ruffled the stray strands
of hair by the side of her face. Some days she hated her curly locks and made
them go through all kinds of torture in an attempt to straighten the hell out
of them. On some days like this one, she loved the pretty curls they made and wondered
why people ever bothered hiding themselves when they were perfect just the way
God made them.
The color
of the sky was slowly lightening up. As she watched, the street lights went
off. A few women came out their front doors and began sweeping the area around
their houses. Malayalees were obsessed with morning rituals like these, she
thought with a smile.
The sun
came up all the way and spread its glorious warmth all around. The birds were
chirping and she could hear the buzz of activity in the kitchen downstairs. With
one more glance at the distant apartment buildings, she thanked God for a
lovely new day and walked back inside.