‘Window’ Vision
One word ‘window’ and so many implications ! Sometimes it is freedom to open a window, while at other it is healthier to look out at the world through a window, sometimes birth is a sudden opening of window, while at other our conscience is the window of our spirit and if ever a window of opportunity appears do not ever pull down the shade. One word and so many connotations.
But the literal meaning of the word ‘window’ is an opening in the wall of a building, the side of a vehicle, etc., for the admission of air or light, or both, commonly fitted with a frame in which are set movable sashes containing panes of glass. In my house also there are few windows for this purpose and during the times of the lockdown I have often found myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.
Lying down on my bed , the window in my room has turned into a canvas, where the cotton of the clouds have turned into ivory forehead wrinkled in a little frown, a lovely figure as clear as alabaster lying on bed, black buds of ash that begun to swell, lock of chestnut hair turned silvered with grey and rain droplets covering the window glass make the canvas come alive! I look at my window and think what a beautiful creation!
On a full moon night , when the moon has peeped into my room through my window often times I have found myself pulling a chair next to the window and settling down on it to soak in the pearly silvery moonlight that penetrates through the window glass onto my face and I want to collect all of it in a box and hide it from the eyes of everyone, somewhere in my book cupboard. I absorb the powerplay of moon through the lens of my window.
Parrots sitting in a row on electric wire, pigeons love play, roof of the neighboring building looking sterile and empty, brightly lit windows of multistorey buildings at a distance in the night, top of green lush trees and perched on them birds of different variety and occasional bird nests, a water tank, a joggers park, children’s slides, busy road , and welcoming, winsome sky , my windows provide these photographic evidences daily just like display windows at a mall.
The time I am overwhelmed by the signification of my bedroom window is when the block of sky becomes a nectarine, amber and rose pink, and I lay in silence on my bed as white sunlight breaks into the room as if the bright yellow sunflowers twinkle the twilight sun in my eyes reminding me there is so much life waiting to be lived , waiting to be loved.