They are dotted, symmetric, parallel, and patterned. But however petite and insignificant these balconies may look, there's a story behind each of them.

With open curtains, and two blue mattresses, number nine would sit for hours looking at the sunset, reminiscing with her partner about the time they were young while sipping multiple cups of chai and marigold.

Meanwhile, number ten loves his rocking chair, some country music, and lots of cigarettes. As much as I detest this person for smoking, I love him for his guitar. Oh, what a mellifluous voice he has got.

Number fourteen just got married, and they have a fancy setting on their balcony with beautiful fairy lights and swinging sofas whereas number fifteen likes to keep it lowkey with ****** hanging on the balcony grill and sadar bahars and money plants to fill the empty corners.

On Sundays, when the clock strikes five, number seven would gear up for a karaoke contest with his family. Oh, it is a complete joy to watch them.

I am number eleven. I love my house plants and can be mostly found with a cup of cappuccino and a camera. I don't like being on the balcony much, so I spend hours sitting at my bay window reading or doing assignments after assignment. And on some days, I observe these dotted, symmetric, parallel, and patterned balconies.