He doesn’t even know me,
Yet he stares.
Not from up close, but afar –
A window stands between us,
And he uses it as protection,
Perhaps in fear that I may bite.
Slightly frightened, but fascinated;
The way my hair wasn’t one colour but two,
The way I talked and walked and smiled.
Open mouthed,
Through the window,
Watched my every move.
As I advanced to where he was,
Adopting the same pose he stood in –
My hands around my eyes to shield it from the light,
Peering into the other side at a peculiarity that was new to my eyes.
I smiled,
And for a second we stood there and looked at each other from opposite sides,
Before he shyly turned away,
Smiling his little smile.
He couldn’t have been more than 4,
5 at most.
His blue cap was pulled securely over his ears,
Blue jacket zipped up to keep him warm,
Safe from the cold.

Perhaps I left him wondering why his attire that keeps him safe from the cold, which dominates his homeland, couldn’t keep him safe from the blonde quirk he had just encountered for a brief while?

On the same side of the window
Surprising my little friend on his side of the window.


Written by Ananya Saluja

I’m your average eighteen-year old girl from New Delhi studying in the 12th grade at The Shri Ram School, Moulsari. I have volunteered during my last three summer vacations in Ladakh, Jammu and Kashmir, teaching children in the schools of remote villages through the 17000 ft Foundation. It was the most life changing experience, and the childrens’ amazing reactions and responses made even the occasional accompanying altitude sickness worth it.


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