Tall buildings, thousands of balconies… each have a different story. When I look around, what is visible is everyone sitting out to see the sun go down, enjoy the good breeze, immersed in many thoughts and feelings, or maybe let the emotions settle down to unwind the day. The view is same for all outside their balcony, but surely inside it is not identical.

Some houses are lit well, some are dark, some are decorated with lights, and some are celebrating. A couple sits quietly, guess waited enough for their kids to come and visit them. A girl draws on the canvas. A man with his drink, while the other listens to music on his iPad. a lady is drying her laundry. A dog is barking for attention. A child is swinging on his horse back. Aunty is meditating. Some teenagers are clicking pictures. While some are watering their plants. I look out to count the stars.

Millions of people with zillions of stories. What is visible is not what is invisible. We all are living in the same society, but not having exact experiences. Everyone’s evening is an event. Every human is a tale.

One could spend endless hours searching for that perfect moment. But do they all know that this is the perfect moment. Here and now is what is real. How important it is to seize your today and do not worry about the next day. Do they know their existence is the only truth that is real.

The music, food, company or chit-chat is a filler. They add to your story, but you are your own saga. Like the Sun we all go down, so we rise again the next day.

What everyone is seeking through the evening in their balcony, is very much inside them. The feeling of being happy, the urge to share, the emptiness of a hungry mind, the boredom while flipping pages, or eating one’s meal.

Tall buildings never sleep. As a few balconies are always lit. Someone’s day is other person’s night, and somebody’s evening is another person’s night. For every balcony has a story. Some in making, a few seeking, many speaking, and most in silence.