#NeighborTales
At dawn, the rooster's loud crow takes the lead,
Yet our neighbor, Mr. Singh, snores with great speed.
His alarm clock rings, a symphony of despair,
But he snoozes on, completely unaware.
Mrs. Gupta waters her plants with zeal,
Debating with pigeons over her morning meal.
The kid next door practices his flute,
Each note sharper than a lawyer's dispute.
By noon, the aroma of spices fills the air,
From Sharma ji’s kitchen, a culinary affair.
"Too much salt!" his wife yells from afar,
Their laughter echoes like a sitcom star.
The gossip club meets at the park's edge,
Discussing secrets on their unspoken pledge.
Who bought a new car? Who's cooking biryani?
Their chatter’s more thrilling than Bollywood’s dhamaal-y.
By evening, it’s cricket on the narrow lane,
Sharma's son scores, and chaos reigns.
“Break my window, and you’ll pay the price!”
But secretly, she loves their spirit—it's nice.
As night falls, peace begins to creep,
Or so we think—until the baby starts to weep.
Dogs bark, the TV blares with dramatic cries,
And Mr. Singh snores, beneath starry skies.
Through the chaos, laughter, and occasional strife,
These neighborly tales add flavor to life.
They teach us humor, patience,...