Day and night, a continuous cycle, define our existence. For those confined indoors, a window offers a glimpse of this rhythm, dictating their perception of time. Within the 24-hour day, morning and evening hold significance, marking new beginnings and closures. Every dawn and dusk marks the gain and loss of an era, a constant cycle of renewal.
Through my window, I observe a universe limited in scope yet rich in detail. It encompasses vibrant flowers, familiar neighbors, lush greenery, bustling pedestrians, the symphony of moving vehicles and chirping birds. Butterflies flit among blossoms, ants build intricate colonies, and a small canopy offers a haven. This miniature world, framed by the window, fluctuates in size with the movement of curtains.
My universe is a kaleidoscope, its colors shifting with the hue of the windowpane. Some panes reveal enchanting vistas, while others unveil a stark reality. While the true universe is vast and boundless, mine is defined by the dimensions of this simple frame. We are but specks in the grand scheme of things.
The window is not merely an architectural element; it is a gateway, a bridge connecting us to the world. It ushers in light and air, transforming a lifeless space into a vibrant abode. It allows us to curate our personal universe, highlighting beauty and concealing flaws. Yet, it also serves as a silent witness, sometimes shielding secrets and harboring truths.
The window is a paradox, a conduit of connection and a veil of separation. It shapes our perspective, filters our reality, and allows us to glimpse the wonders and complexities of the world beyond.
The writer holds an M.Sc. degree in Physics and is currently teaching Physics in Colleges, Nepal.
This window is so lively. Nicely portrayed by writer.
Thank you sir for your constructive feedback