I want to talk about the arguments that are going on here. No, not those arguments that take place in the QuaintHearted household, though we do of course argue and I consider it a very important ingredient of any relationship. But I want to talk about the arguments of our neighbors. For some strange reason we appear to be surrounded by very hot-blooded people who suffer frequent outbursts. Every other day some household or the other appears to be on the brink of disaster. Doors are being slammed again and again. Loud, high-pitched voices can be heard, and the choicest of abuses are flying through the air.
There is a teenager living in a tiny ground floor apartment in an old building opposite ours. His character appears to be somewhat deranged. On several occasions there has been a huge commotion either in or in front of this house. Once, someone had locked him into the house, so he kept banging on the metal door and entertained the entire neighborhood with his profound knowledge of gutter language. The watchman of our building - never shy of spreading some gossip - told us this boy had the habit of running off which is why he was locked. Something similar happened just two days ago, and it appeared as if the whole family was summoned as several cars and bikes drew up in front of the house and loud, endless discussions went on.
It is strange. QuaintTown is a very ordinary neighborhood, and I have experienced this in different Indian cities before. There always seem to be really noisy, aggressive arguments.
It makes me sad.
A good, fair argument is one thing, but this yelling and abusing and slamming of doors disturbs my peace. Maybe I am being sissy about this, but it strongly reminds me about how people flare up in any public space and behave real bad to each other.
* Shanti *
There is a teenager living in a tiny ground floor apartment in an old building opposite ours. His character appears to be somewhat deranged. On several occasions there has been a huge commotion either in or in front of this house. Once, someone had locked him into the house, so he kept banging on the metal door and entertained the entire neighborhood with his profound knowledge of gutter language. The watchman of our building - never shy of spreading some gossip - told us this boy had the habit of running off which is why he was locked. Something similar happened just two days ago, and it appeared as if the whole family was summoned as several cars and bikes drew up in front of the house and loud, endless discussions went on.
It is strange. QuaintTown is a very ordinary neighborhood, and I have experienced this in different Indian cities before. There always seem to be really noisy, aggressive arguments.
It makes me sad.
A good, fair argument is one thing, but this yelling and abusing and slamming of doors disturbs my peace. Maybe I am being sissy about this, but it strongly reminds me about how people flare up in any public space and behave real bad to each other.
I wish they'd just calm down and relax a little.
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