Entangled illusions

Sometimes Jivan wondered how inappropriate it was to adore a woman who was already married, but he couldn’t control how he felt about Mrs Joshi.

Right after finishing his morning ritual, Jivan hurried to his window and drew the curtains to peek down the street. Mrs Joshi was passing by the road visible from his room, as always,on her way to her office at Kupondole. She was an attractive woman in her mid-thirties with a symmetrical face and blonde hair who drew appreciative glances as she walked around the colony. Jivan liked her smile the most—her orderly teeth glistened when she broke into a full smile. Apart from that, he fancied her tall frame, snazzy outfits, polished nails and how put together she looked.