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?

THE SPACE THAT BRINGS A GLOW TO MY FACE

A view of the world outside, a sneak peek into the hustle bustle of everyday life, gaping at the pitter patter of raindrops, welcoming the first rays of the morning sun, gazing at the full moon while basking in its cool beams – a place that offers me all this, is the space I enjoy in my house. A seat or a bed by the window – that’s my most cherished space!

The house where I grew up for the first fifteen years of my life (in government officers’ quarters), had a window in the bedroom that faced the rear of another building, but gave a diagonal view of the road outside. That is where I loved to sit on rainy afternoons, enjoying the sprinkles of rainwater that trickled in through the railings, watching people scurry along the way to escape the lashing rain, observing the rainwater flow down the walls of the nearby buildings all the while savouring the chill that had enveloped the environment due to the rain. On hot summer afternoons, when the windows were shut to prevent the heat from making its presence felt in the room while my parents rested, I stealthily kept a few inches of the window open so as to continue reading my story books – only to have my mother shout that I would spoil my eyes by reading in less light!

The house that we moved in to next, where I spent the next ten years of my life had a window next to my bed! In fact, I had chosen that space giving the bed space next to the wall to my little sister. The gentle cool breeze that greeted me through the window in the early mornings and evenings was enough to refresh me for the rest of the day. I loved waking up to the greeting of the soft sun rays in the mornings. And, the silvery moonbeams beckoned me to stare at the pearl in the starry sky as myriad thoughts crisscrossed my mind before drifting off to sleep.

When I moved to a metro city for pursuing my career, the only requirement that mattered most to me while room-hunting was a window. The room that I chose was one which had windows cover half-the wall on one side. Though it didn’t give me much of a view, due to the pattern of construction, I was satisfied with whatever view it offered.

Moving back to my hometown (we had our own house constructed by then), what I missed most was a window space to call my own! Of late, I have made peace with a window space which stares into a neighbour’s backyard. Watching the squirrels scamper across the backyard, the sparrows and kingfishers flutter and perch awhile on the guava and mango trees, the boroughs of the mango tree weigh heavy with green mangoes awaiting to ripen – gives me immense joy.

A window space gives a free flow to my thoughts, feelings and emotions. Most significantly, it helps me to connect with God away from the din of the household – humming a song of praise or whispering a word of prayer – be it in the serene visuals of nature or in observing the hurry and burry of people moving along the street.

Window space – that’s my space!

SIMMERING SUMMERS

Illumination in passionate animation,

Lashing out in sweltering oppression,

Merciless and without showing consideration,

The sun’s rays are spread out as if with a vengeful ambition,

Penalizing the earth for perfecting its annual routine of revolution.

 

Year after year as the temperatures soar,

The lush green earth becomes parched and sore,

Disrobing itself of all its glamour and décor,

It yearns feebly for a cumulonimbus thunder roar,

Hoping to quench its thirst from a heavy downpour.

 

Poor farmers sigh deep with hands on their heads,

Wherefrom would they make provisions for their daily bread?

Loaners’ knocks they frightfully dread,

Painful tears they wistfully shed,

With deep chagrin they find no way but to hang their heads.

 

Shady trees with their boughs weighing with fruits,

Have been plucked up from their very roots,

Humans with their ambitious pursuits,

Have contributed to making the global climate so very acute,

As if not enough, the environment we continue to pollute.

 

The affluent in their air conditioned homes, offices and cars,

May not get many of the scorching heat’s scars,

Just thinking of the slum dwellers and daily wagers,

One wish arises – can there not be any climate changers,

To bring respite to all despite their financial statuses?

 

The result of man’s ill-deed or a curse from God,

Or both it seems would get the responsibility nod,

Doling out summer freebies with a wand and a rod,

Continuous perspiration along with dry lips and throat,

Whacking the life out of men and beast both.

 

No matter how hard we now campaign,

Climate change poses an irreversible pain,

Melting glaciers and rising sea levels,

Make the earth look pale and disheveled,

Threatening to create havocs – much to the glee of the devil.

 

As we bask in the luscious shades of our homes,

May we not forget to show kindness to the hapless vagabonds,

The vehemence of the summer we cannot reduce,

But we can surely hand them over a glass of juice,

To douse their thirst and to relief induce!

 

Summers are blessings in the seasonal wheel,

So that no one does moist and frozen reel,

The beauty of it however is now under a seal,

With languishing calls to relief feel,

And for the body mind and soul to rise and heal.

(P.S. Written as a reflection on Indian summers)