Annoying

A few months ago, an Indian couple with a young son moved in to the first unit downstairs. The husband knows a colleague who lives upstairs with a Caucasian wife and two energetic kids. This colleague of his looks Sri Lankan, or maybe a mix between Indian and another race of fairer complexion, I dont know. There is also another Indian couple who lives upstairs because I had bumped into the husband in the carpark and his wife usually sees him off. My building is three-storey high with only twelve units, so it's not that difficult to notice your neighbours wandering around.

Unfortunately I can't really tell where this Indian music that is playing right this moment is coming from. I know it's only close to ten but some people do need to sleep early. Sometimes it sounds like chanting. No matter how it sounds, it's annoying the shits out of me!

On a different note, I hear occasional yelling, mostly of a man seemingly scolding a woman who must be real fearful because I hardly hear a sound from her. And it's definitely of Indian slang and words. The supposedly one-sided argument felt like it lasted forever, because those were precious night winks that were deprived of.

I really wonder if I should just mind my own business. After all, these are other people's family affairs. On the other hand, I really feel like going to their doors and politely asking them to shut up. If only I could understand what they were so frustrated about, then it wouldn't be such a mind-boggling thing right now.