This has long been a fantasy of mine, and decided to pen it down. I had been living in Bangalore for over a year back in 2020 with a couple of friends from college. I was 24, very excitable, and all the freedom after moving out of my parent’s house had definitely gone to my head.
I was going through a rough break-up when the covid lockdown initially hit. My flatmates had already gone home. An unhealthy dose of depression from breakup, coupled with unwillingness to give up on my freedom yet, I avoided going back, kept my fingers crossed and hoped for the best.
In less than a week, I started to get antsy. No amount of Insta trends helped. I tried yoga. Never having done yoga and having scoffed at women wearing yoga pants, I elected to just do it my shorts. On one of those days, I noticed my neighbour smoking in his balcony. I could tell he was throwing occasional glances at me. He finished his smoke and as he was leaving, I made eye contact, gave him a smile, and checked him out.