Deep in her heart she prays for older kids to be playing silently. Or else outside. But with summer sun in the noon, she knows that will not be possible. Then somebody walks in the room and she hopes they tiptoe their way back. And that they do not bang the door shut on their way out. That no guests – announced or unannounced drop in – for they will ring the shrill bell. That the loud whistle of the cooker should not pop off. That she does not have to use the mixer-grinder at this hour. That nobody asks her for stuff she keeps in the cupboards of last bedroom. She would prefer if TV could be enjoyed – when muted and that the bikes in the alley were all fitted with silencers. That monkeys could find some other place for chit-chat than their terrace.
Yes, she looks forward to a pin drop silence. She cannot risk the noises. Not even the slightest ones. Not with her youngest (1.5 year old) sleeping or trying to sleep in the last room.