Jin Sao sighed as he stared out of the window. Life wasn’t going as he had dreamed it would. His money was fast running out. The twenty—six year old IT professional hadn’t thought about the recession before packing his bags and landing up in New York City’s J.F.Kennedy international airport.
‘Now look at me!’ he mumbled to himself, ‘Stuck in a pathetic hundred-dollar-a-week flat with no salary.’
He glanced at his home from the window side. It looked so prosaic, he thought.
‘No’ he corrected himself, ‘It is boring. It looks dead. I feel dead.’
He didn't want to go back to Beijing. As he looked out of the window, he saw a flock of birds flying by. A slight breeze was blowing, and the sunset had reddened the entire sky till as far as he could see. In the wasteland adjoining his building, he saw a mongrel chase a plastic bag that the wind had chosen to play with that day.
‘Boring’ he said with a tone of finality before going in.
In the apartment right next to Jin’s, Maisie Dupree was busy ironing her newly washed clothes when a flock of birds flying by caught her eye. She switched off the iron and went to the window with her coffee mug. She was loving life at the moment. She liked her job as a waitress in a nearby café, even though it didn’t pay so well. Actually, any job that included Jason as her co-worker was absolutely fine.
‘If only I had enough courage to ask him out on a date, it would be so great’ she thought.
She took a deep breath as the fresh breeze blew on her face. She could see the small trees bending in the breeze.
‘I’ll ask him tomorrow’ she told herself for the millionth time in the day.
The wide expanse in front of the building looked barren, like it was hungering for a rain. The red sunset completed a very melancholy picture.
‘Inspiring, isn’t it?’ she murmured before she got back to ironing.
Gabriel Law banged the door of his apartment below Maisie’s. He could see the sun set from his window. A sunset marked the end of the day. He didn’t want to face his boss again. He had managed to catch the thief who had broken into the confectionery shop, but his superior had shouted at him, calling him a ‘lousy cop’ and a ‘good for nothing’.
And now, the sun was setting. The faster it set, the less time he would have before facing his boss again.
‘How depressing!’ He thought as he turned and walked to his kitchen.
Two houses away, Mrs. Redman was sitting near the window with her list of weekly expenditure. She was worried—just like other months, it was going to be hard to scrape through this month without going bankrupt. Frustrated, she looked out at the wide expanse of dry land.
‘It’s the same as yesterday’ she half mumbled to herself, ‘Why can it never change? It’s frustrating!’
A mongrel dog chased after a plastic bag. She sighed and got back to work. After all, she couldn’t waste her time staring out at happy dogs who had all the time in the world and no responsibilities.
Little did the four of them know that they were looking at the same piece of junkyard in front of their building. To an untrained eye, it would seem like a barren land with stray pieces of metals littering it, and the sun setting in the horizon. But when emotions affect our perception, who knows…