Windows are the best. Be it on a train, bus or a flight. Or even the window next to my bed, which I finally have access to, because I got a bed. Yes, it took 2 years and my sister’s arrival, for me to get 2 beds put into our 4th floor flat, via our tiny staircase. That was something.
The struggle for me to get the window seat is not only for the view but to let the thoughts flow down through these. They are such a great friend when it comes to giving you clarity. Life fundas.
Windows, more than being an outlet to the moving world outside, are peculiarly thought-machines. They transport you into an alternate world of thoughts. It’s like you’ve got access to an altogether different self of you.
From witnessing the falling raindrops, top to bottom, and symmetrically making our eyes follow suit. Almost robotically pleasing to watch. It’s like our own version of viewing the world in slo-mo.
Our innate desire for the rain drops on the ceiling outside join each other. Cheering, silently, to make it happen.
Also cheering for the unfortunate obstruction of the paper boat that got stuck in the overflow of the drains. Can someone call for help?
You see, I was about to talk about the window next to me, and what I see from it. But got transported to a window of some other time and found myself dropping down lanes of nostalgia.
That’s the effect windows has!
Minhaaj
I would sit all the day looking outside the window and thinking about those passer by . I always wanted to be a writer. I was then 5 or 6 year old . But couldn’t find any word to describe what I felt and understand and still I’m not able to put down my thought on paper . Yeah you are right windows are the source of fantastic thought and self realization.
farooq
I think we’ve all been there. And you should write if you’ve always wanted this to do.