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It all started on the 22nd of March 2020. No one

It all started on the 22nd of March 2020.

No one had dared to even sneeze aloud for the whole day. All were waiting for that moment! That Thaali or Clapping moment! Count down started 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0! The entire housing society woke up as though they had come above the water in swimming pool after a challenge of holding breath under water! Such noise it turned out as a celebration. It was supposed to go for just nine minutes but after two minutes all of them started looking at each other and cheered as though it was Uthraayan. The Kite Festival! Banging the utensils louder than the other this became a balcony war! 

That was when many of the flat dwellers saw each other for the first time, leave alone meeting or greeting. Since then, the balcony has become a shouting area. Shouting in the sense that the were talking loud! There were various combinations of cross talking, as it seemed. Between husbands, wives, husband to other's wife, wife to other's husbands, children to children, etc.
Those missing were only the youth. They were more comfortable with their faceless finger tapping.
(Read more in Caption)  Balcony Story

It all started on the 22nd of March 2020.

No one had dared to even sneeze aloud for the whole day. All were waiting for that moment! That Thaali or Clapping moment! Count down started 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0! The entire housing society woke up as though they had come above the water in swimming pool after a challenge of holding breath under water! Such noise it turned out as a celebration. It was supposed to go for just nine minutes but after two minutes all of them started looking at each other and cheered as though it was Uthraayan. The Kite Festival! Banging the utensils louder than the other this became a balcony war! 

That was when many of the flat dwellers saw each other for the first time, leave alone meeting or greeting. Since then, the balcony has become a shouting area. Shouting in the sense that the were talking loud! There were various combinations of cross talking, as it seemed. Between husbands, wives, husband to other's wife, wife to other's husbands, children to children, etc.
Those missing were only the youth. They were more comfortable with their faceless finger tapping.
It all started on the 22nd of March 2020.

No one had dared to even sneeze aloud for the whole day. All were waiting for that moment! That Thaali or Clapping moment! Count down started 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0! The entire housing society woke up as though they had come above the water in swimming pool after a challenge of holding breath under water! Such noise it turned out as a celebration. It was supposed to go for just nine minutes but after two minutes all of them started looking at each other and cheered as though it was Uthraayan. The Kite Festival! Banging the utensils louder than the other this became a balcony war! 

That was when many of the flat dwellers saw each other for the first time, leave alone meeting or greeting. Since then, the balcony has become a shouting area. Shouting in the sense that the were talking loud! There were various combinations of cross talking, as it seemed. Between husbands, wives, husband to other's wife, wife to other's husbands, children to children, etc.
Those missing were only the youth. They were more comfortable with their faceless finger tapping.
(Read more in Caption)  Balcony Story

It all started on the 22nd of March 2020.

No one had dared to even sneeze aloud for the whole day. All were waiting for that moment! That Thaali or Clapping moment! Count down started 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0! The entire housing society woke up as though they had come above the water in swimming pool after a challenge of holding breath under water! Such noise it turned out as a celebration. It was supposed to go for just nine minutes but after two minutes all of them started looking at each other and cheered as though it was Uthraayan. The Kite Festival! Banging the utensils louder than the other this became a balcony war! 

That was when many of the flat dwellers saw each other for the first time, leave alone meeting or greeting. Since then, the balcony has become a shouting area. Shouting in the sense that the were talking loud! There were various combinations of cross talking, as it seemed. Between husbands, wives, husband to other's wife, wife to other's husbands, children to children, etc.
Those missing were only the youth. They were more comfortable with their faceless finger tapping.
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