My brother's cat

In the heart of a busy city Dhaka, I’ve found an unexpected companion in my neighbor’s cat, Milky. He was named "Milky" for his white and orange combined skin. Every morning, without fail, It lies on the windowsill, silently observing the world below. It’s calm presence has become a comforting part of my daily routine. Milky’s life, though confined to It’s apartment, is one of quiet contemplation. It watches the city unfold, it’s gaze following pedestrians, bicycles, and cars. I often wonder what goes through it’s mind as it sits there, its tail flicking lazily. Sometime, i wonder, how did it stay by the window on the 4th floor without any hesitation. Does it have any fear of falling from so high? Does it dream of adventures beyond the window? Or is it simply content to watch the world pass by? Despite our inability to communicate verbally, Milly and I have developed a unique connection. Our shared window time has created a bond rooted in mutual curiosity and re...