The Unchanged Window

Rohan moved to the city for a quiet life. A small apartment. A simple routine. A chance to disappear into anonymity. At first, the window across the courtyard was just another detail in the crowded skyline. Half-drawn curtains. A potted plant on the sill. A faint layer of dust on the glass. But days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. Nothing changed. The curtains never moved. The plant never grew.
The dust never shifted. In a city where everything is in constant motion, one window remains perfectly still. Rohan begins to watch it. At first casually. Then carefully. Then obsessively. As his world narrows, the silence deepens. The routines that once grounded him begin to dissolve. The line between observation and participation starts to blur. Because the longer he watches, the stronger the feeling becomes-The window isn't empty.
It's watching him back. And after three years of silence, something has finally changed.