Living windows
by Aashti Miller
 
Uncle waves hello from the balcony. 55, retired government official. Closet lover of jazz music and dances in his kitchen everyday after his wife falls asleep.
 
An incredible smell wafts out from Seema Aunty’s kitchen window. Fudge brownies. Her marriage is on the verge of breaking, and baking is the only thing keeping her sane. 
 
Good boy Akash is bent over his desk. To the passerby, he is the studious topper studying 15 hours a day. He’s actually gazing longingly at his bicycle, wanting to go to Tour de France instead of Patel Maths Tutorials. 
 
We see them. We don’t see them at all. Look closer.