My first remembrance is Satyajit Ray movie in which a window is one of the main characters. His heroine’s life is shown through the window of her house.(Madhabi Mukherjee in Film Charulatha)
Windows opened me the world of friendship. (My friend Viji used to mention that she felt really happy when the windows of my house were open,which meant my presence)
Windows whether they are of bus, tram, train or aircraft… I’d love to watch the beauty of nature.
Daffodils, when seen through the car window reminded me of the poem by William Wordsworth.
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
At one time I started feeling sad about the missing green light of the Cropley Station (SanJose) for months ,seen through the window. (My grandson called me once to say that the green light is glowing and I could watch it if I visited California the next day)
One silver star seen from my bedroom window makes me happy amidst my sleepless nights.(My grandson has a different idea of changing the silver star into golden ones which will make the world happy)
Happy to share with you all about my present residence is full of WINDOWS rather than walls and doors ………….
Windows ………… they are my EYES as ever.
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