There’s an unexplained, indescribable joy in peeking into someone’s home, twisting your head one way and squinting if the need arises. It’s fascinating to see strangers in their four walls, wordlessly watching the television or moving from one room to another.
Don’t mark me as a ‘peeping tom’. I don’t stand and stare, for too long. But the strange comfort in looking at cubicles of people’s lives, zipping past hundreds of apartments and balconies, while in the metro or walking, gives me unbridled excitement. At the end of the day, tired and exhausted, my brain is often left muddled to be reading a book in transit. More often than not, the swelling crowd in the metro makes it impossible to even hold a handrail, forget lifting a book to read. So as days turned to months, I took to looking out of the window, especially while passing from Akshardham to Mayur Vihar Extension, and the view presented, a glorious number of parallel worlds, open to my interpretation.
Small flats, large houses, huge television sets, modest furnishings, utensils lined up on shelves, laundry being folded, pets, servants at work… these split second frames of living rooms are swept up in my brain, and there they lie stewing in a vortex of possibilities.
As a child I loved looking at homes. Not just looking, looking, but looking closely. I’d always notice the extra beautification of one’s balcony to the over grown shrubbery in another’s garden, choc-a-block homes lined in a neat row or marvellous bungalows. Even now, this has become quite a hobby.
In winter last year, I spent a good twenty minutes every morning walking to work from Maharani Bagh main bus stop (where my charter bus would drop me) to my office complex on Mathura Road, near New Friends Colony in Delhi. It would not just be a great way to hit my target of steps in a day, but I’d love to walk through the posh enclave of Maharani Bagh. I would pass a rather chic boutique hotel, a park filled with dogs and joggers, a couple of dishevelled looking homes and few more in need of repair. And yet as I’d move inwards, I would gape at towering bungalows with opulent architecture and massive gates, that wouldn’t let a spot of the interiors be betrayed. But come nightfall, and lights would filter through the gaps, rewarding one with sliver of vision of the beauty that lay beyond. Fancy garages, beautiful linen curtains, fancy swings and polished woodwork, hanging gardens and tinted windows, intricately carved pillars and tiled roofs, appreciating the beauty of homes is such a luxurious pastime.
no doubt you are avid reader & analyser & it reflects in your writing . Yes I am also curious about whats store in a house . & balcony decorations & plants always soothes my eyes
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This is such a lovely post and so beautifully written, Ramya. I wish you write more often in 2017.
It was a delight to find a fellow harmless voyeur :)
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I love having a right good nose through windows! Especially in winter when the lights come on early but people don’t draw their curtains for a while. I like to see what they’re watching on tv or eating for supper. It’s a little glimpse into their hidden lives. I always hoped to see a murder take place or someone doing something weird like dancing with their parrot. But no, just tv and suppers so far!
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Hello… sorry for replying so late. Have been displaced for a while. Happy New Year! Thank you for your kind words. It’s so much fun. I confess as a child I would take my binoculars and put it to use from my window. Anyhoo… you never know what one may stumble across. I mean, they make movies on such scenarios. Who knows?!
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You are as crazy as me. Travelling in Kolkata and often stuck in Jam I have this weird habit of looking at balconies and most of the times when there is a clothesline I try to guess who all will be staying there in that house . Nice one Sam
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Thank you Anindya and Happy New Year to you and all at home!
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Would you believe I lover looking at homes too.Not through the windows but the balcony the outside.I like to guess how the people are by looking at the houses.
Enjoyable post
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I know. It’s a lot of fun to speculate aimlessly.
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Loved this! Voyeuristic pleasures – guilty me too! Its probably that little child in us that would like to imagine a fairy-tale-setting behind drawn curtains!
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Thank you! :)
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