WHY I AM ALWAYS LOOKING AT LIFE THROUGH A WINDOW?

Home is where the heart is and everyone’s home has that special place or a corner which is very close to one’s heart.

I too have a favourite spot but it’s at my mother’s place. Yes, no place has been able to beat that spot, not even my own house. You must be wondering what is that spot is, so let me tell you more about it.

My mother stays in a very elite locality of Mumbai and most of the structures there are termed as heritage. Thus, my mom’s residence is old fashioned. High ceiling, big veranda, big rooms and big windows. Our drawing room adorns one such window and that exactly is my favourite spot.

This old fashioned window is far more comfortable and attractive than a french window. Even now when I visit mom’s place that is the place I spend time at.

It is a perfect square enclosed with iron bars and there is a slab built in this window which makes it a sofa or a chair if it is pampered with nice mattresses and cushions but it looks and is perfectly comfortable even without all these add ons. You can just plunge into this window and watch outside. It looks out to the main road which means you will always see a lot of people roaming around, many many vehicles speeding through and lots of shops. We are located on the ground level so that makes it even better to chit chat with passing by neighbours and acquaintances.

I stick to this window ever since I was a baby. My mom would plop me there put both my legs outside through the iron bars and stand behind me. That was the locking mechanism when I would not allow her to feed me properly. My dad would make me sit there and show taxis, buses and traffic lights and that was so entertaining and exciting to me as a child. It was here that I would run to when my friends used to come calling me. Those where the days when landline phones were a luxury which not many could afford. It meant that you needed to personally visit the friend even if you want to say a hi and this was exactly the place where I used to pretend to play many games like office-office, house-house, teacher-teacher etc.

I did not outgrow this window even though I was growing up. The pretend plays were now replaced by secret sharing sessions with my bestie. As we grew older further, it was this place from where we would watch out guys (bird watching). It was this place where we would easily spend an hour chitchatting unplanned, only because my friend was passing by and I spotted her exactly at that time.

A cup of ginger tea tastes even better if I am relishing it at this window. And the drizzles of first rain feel more refreshing when they barge in through this window. The windy weather in the evening and the rush of a cold wave is even stronger when we open this window. This place makes every season more beautiful and adventurous.

This window has a very special place in my heart, and why not? It is this place which has absorbed my silent tears when my heart was broken the first time, it is this place which is a witness to my lovey-dovey talks with my husband – be it on phone or in person. It is this place which reads my mind and calms me down whenever I am worried or upset. It is this place which helps me seek solitude and it is this place which soothes my soul.

In real words, I see my whole life through this window and I always will.

Even today, whenever I go to my mom’s place I jump to sit by this window.

Which is your favourite place?

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5 thoughts on “WHY I AM ALWAYS LOOKING AT LIFE THROUGH A WINDOW?

  1. This is a very beautiful piece, Aditi. I could almost picture your mum’s house and the old-fashioned window.

    Now I feel nostalgic and homesick. My favourite place is back at my parent’s house but not by the window. Instead, it’s under the bed. I remember creeping under the bed whenever I wanted to cry or whenever I was scared of something. Even when I became much older, I’d lie under my bed and spend hours there, listening to music. I’ve always liked to be away from people, in my own personal space. Now that I’m far from home, I miss that bed so much. I miss being alone. I miss home.

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    1. Thank you Obinna. I completely understand what you are talking about feeling homesick and missing your personal space and home. Hugs to you! Memories are funny, arent they? Sometimes, they will warm up your heart and at other times like now, it will make you feel lost and alone.

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  2. An aesthetic composition weaved and you brought me back to the vivid imagery of Mumbai, the hustle bustle and chaos that makes the city vibrant slouching by the window. Such memories are pure gems. Guess, my happy space would be my unorganized room where I sit and work or the coffee shop, sitting to read books and newspapers.

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    1. Thank you so much Vishal! The special place will always remain special because there are so many things associated with it. I have some fond memories at coffee shops too!

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