Not a day went by without Jambu walking across the bright blue house a dozen times. He took the roundabout way to the shops, he had his online taxi stop right in front of the house, and went on walks for no other reason to look at the house.
What was about the house that was so interesting? Jambu didn't know what was pulling him towards the new construction. There was no romantic interest, the young man had wracked his brain trying to remember if he had seen anybody in there at all. It looked occupied, but no inhabitant had been seen. The architecture wasn't particularly unique or interesting, and the color, while it may have been unusual, didn't deserve the interest. Perhaps it was the novelty of having a new building in the neighborhood. After all, the newest house beside the building in the neighborhood had been built over two decades ago. The city had changed, neighborhoods had popped up and sprouted towards the skies like mushroom after a spring rain, but this part of the town, the old settlement remained unchanged. Except the alluring new house.
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