Morning Moosic

Every morning I am woken by the sound of someone singing. That may seem like a very pleasant way to be woken from your slumber, but believe me, its not. This is because what that woman does barely comes on the line that divides singing, and screeching. She lives in the apartment below me, and thanks to the wonders of modern construction, which gives great emphasis to looks, but completely takes common sense out of the equation; her balcony comes right under my bedroom window. Every morning, she wakes up, gets a small bucket of water and comes out to water her plants. I curse the gentleman or lady who told her it is good to talk to one’s plants, as it makes them grow stronger.

And talk she does! She starts by asking her rose bush how it is doing today. The fact that is doesn’t reply gives her no hint to stop with the questions, as she merrily continues. She proceeds to ask her money plant if it will hear a song. Unfortunately for me, it doesn’t reply. So she thinks for a second, and clears her throat. And then, from god-knows where in her body, a sound emerges which few would call pleasant. This sound continues for a good 5 minutes, and then she is done.

One day, I decided to confront this self proclaimed nightingale. I jumped out of bed when the sound emerged from below my window, and stormed down the stairs, wearing on my face the angriest of looks. Now I know I doing something like that is very 'un-gentlemanly' of me. But at that time of the day, we tend to forget all these terms of society.

As I reached her door, I could feel the anger grow inside of me. I rang her bell twice, just to show how extremely upset I was. In less than a minute, the door opened. I was just about to begin my speech on the decency of neighbours, when I saw her.

She was probably the most beautiful woman I have seen, and I am not exaggerating. She looked at me and smiled, and said she recognised me from the lift. I just kept smiling back. Just as I regained my thoughts, I quickly mentioned how I had heard her singing. ‘Oh my, that’s embarrassing for me. I’m sorry. It’s just that I like beginning my day on a positive note, and singing to my plants helps a lot.’ And saying this, she giggled and tilted her head, making her soft, sweet curls brush up against her shoulder.

‘I hope it didn’t disturb you,’ she said.

And to that, all I could say was, ‘No, of course not. Even I like beginning my morning on a positive note. And listening to you sing helps a lot. A good morning to you!’