The evening was visibly pregnant with another night when a dear friend decided to never use her front door again, assigning the function of both leaving and entering to the window beside the great oak. I thought it was quite silly of her. That particular window was too high and too narrow to have been the right choice.
“Why would you not use the bedroom window instead?” I asked her impatiently as she struggled to get inside her house.
“Why would you not drink some wine instead?” She replied halfway in.
Ever since I haven’t been the same. Sometimes I spend hours trying to figure out impossible mathematical problems, at other times, I drink wine.
My friend spends a massive chunk of her time getting in and out of that window and her laughter has acquired an unusually lively ring.
Story Of The Footloose 
I like her already! 🙂
She is quite likable… struggling with the silliest things…
struggling builds character? I guess? haha! 🙂
Quite interesting characters… I must say… 😀
Yes my thoughts exactly! I like the way you think! 🙂
Thank you Maureen. 🙂
My pleasure Prashant 🙂
I am in love with your writing already 🙂
And I am very glad about it. 🙂
How interesting you are! And the people who inspire you 🙂
Thank you Diana! There are all kinds of interesting people around. It’s like a circus or something…
You’re welcome Prashant! And no two people look, think or create quite the same. Humanity is so rich with possibility!