This is not an attitude or anything but my literal experience of living here for the past 32 years.
As soon as I walk into my house stars on the ground floor, I feel stressed that I have to pass through the door of a bakdewaala whos family used to keep some dirty brown cartoon or other duty stuff outoade their window just when I used to keep my scooter there, post that the second house is of another aunty who literally fought with me any my mother when I parked my new hero bicycle outside her house in the public space common space for some time '...not going into the past of their families.. then the third flat is of another family who like 's to abuse me when once in a blue moon a cricket ball hits her balcony and another of their family fights with my mother when a few grains of bird food fell on the stairs .. as the packes torn while I was paying by .. again not going into anyones families past ..
then the fourth house is of another family whos old father scared my daughter away with smoking cigarettes on the stairs with a big beard and calling out her while smoking and standing in the midlde of stairs, not realsing that smoking in front of kids.. that too someone elses is not good, and this trdition of feeding smoke and other troubles to others continues by their children after his death by mens of fedding smoke from incense sticks or something else..
Finally as I pass through this to reach my own house .. the last bit of stress is caused by my neighbour who loves to keep their dustbin and all rubbish and slipers and shoes outside in my vicinity... So when they have a feast or a pizza party i can easily know thatb when tons of pizza boxes are kept there .. and yes when their guest is. Vist their house the place outside my house is filled with.' variois footwer of different kind. Not to imagine what possible stuff ( including or excluding sanitary wear could be kept in their garbage).. you c s just get creative here .. but all things caused immense pain to me and my family
Lastly how how can I forget not remembering my old neighbour who 's family did not even own a single house when they lived here and after they moved to America suddenly they became millionaires .. and the same people scared my mother when I was in america '.. so much that I left my job, car and everything and returned .. i mean I wonder such people who were unable to properly counsel and guide me when I was sort of depressed in america but instead scared my mother .. how come the Americans made them successful .. a solid proof of the American culture and how does American and gulf people become successful.. easily by sucking the fate of their neighbours 😊
And Indians have their own way of the same as well
