Simi went home that day very disappointed. She was lost and came by this window by her table at home. The window which she loved the most. She stayed alone in a flat and she felt that she belonged to this little corner of her house. Not that it was aesthetic or something great but she felt a sense of warmth here.
The window offered so many things to her she thought to herself sipping on a cup of tea and started to count them.
” Morning sunlight which entered through this window and the sea breeze which soothed her in the evening.The crows who came crowing to her and the other friends like pigeons and squirrels. The sight of abundance with the tall coconut trees and the sense of gratitude which the mango tree left her filled up with. The discipline of the office goers and the enthusiasm of the children playing gully cricket.”
She loved watching the seasons change through the window. The spring, the gentle winters and the pitter-patter of the rains which was a sigh of relief after the summer. Simi exchanged glances with the full moon and starry nights. No moon days would leave her gloomy.
She had now made window friends and would signal to them if she caught sight of them.
Simi sensed how the passage of time. It was 5 years that she had worked hard for the organization, now, and it was the time to take a call. A call to quit the organization which meant life for her. She also weighed down the option to start something of her own.
This window had not only given her a perspective of the outside world but also the connection to her inner self.