that window seat ...
Window seats ! My childhood was spent on fighting for window seats from my brother,cousins, friends and anybody else who came in between me and the window seat . It was a mysterious kind of lust that I had for it which slowly turned to love ... a downside-up change in the feeling-process I would say ...
Somehow whenever I sat by the window I could clearly see the bigger picture - outside the window as well as inside my mind . It showed me how my views framed a perspective for a given situation and how sometimes I had to peep out of it to get my answers .
When sometimes I was too burdened and repeated talks of it from people nearby only added on to it ,the window seat took my hand and showed me the outside world ... It showed me greater sufferings and at that point I had attained my momentary nirvana ....
From how I see it , the window seat is only too fair , for some days it allows dust to form a daze around you and then one day it just allows the rain drops on your face to clear it all ...
It lets me sit silent and still allows the noise to stay around , it allows me to watch people and still keeps me hidden, it allows me to cry sitting there and still shows the smiles of people outside ...
I love the window seat which allows breeze inside, breeze which kisses my face, plays with the curls of my hair and whispers in my ears -its secret tales. I love the window seat which allows me to silently converse with the cuckoo perched on the summer tree. I love the window seat which allows me to smile to myself and helps capture it from lightening flashes ...
I love the window seat because it allows me to close out the dark dust entering and open it only when smiling breeze taps for me ... I wish life was like that ...........
Somehow whenever I sat by the window I could clearly see the bigger picture - outside the window as well as inside my mind . It showed me how my views framed a perspective for a given situation and how sometimes I had to peep out of it to get my answers .
When sometimes I was too burdened and repeated talks of it from people nearby only added on to it ,the window seat took my hand and showed me the outside world ... It showed me greater sufferings and at that point I had attained my momentary nirvana ....
From how I see it , the window seat is only too fair , for some days it allows dust to form a daze around you and then one day it just allows the rain drops on your face to clear it all ...
It lets me sit silent and still allows the noise to stay around , it allows me to watch people and still keeps me hidden, it allows me to cry sitting there and still shows the smiles of people outside ...
I love the window seat which allows breeze inside, breeze which kisses my face, plays with the curls of my hair and whispers in my ears -its secret tales. I love the window seat which allows me to silently converse with the cuckoo perched on the summer tree. I love the window seat which allows me to smile to myself and helps capture it from lightening flashes ...
I love the window seat because it allows me to close out the dark dust entering and open it only when smiling breeze taps for me ... I wish life was like that ...........
here i give the scientific reason as to y u preferred window seat,,,cos....
ReplyDeleteu had MOTION SICKNESS!!:p:p
I couldnt expect more from a medicine obsessed retard !! :D ;) :P
ReplyDeletetruth is BITTER:p
ReplyDeleteyea !! now go on to give which taste buds can sense bitterness and what are the compositions to make a substance bitter !!!!! :P
ReplyDeletehaha!! wil tel u in detail wen we meet:p
ReplyDeletewhat tym r u coming ?? 6.40 or 7 ??
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