It is pretty unfortunate that my window is closed almost constantly. When I mean closed, I mean that the shades are always closed. This is the price one pays of living on the ground floor.
Only if someone could grant me a window that opens to a forest in some countryside or a window on a higher floor overlooking the hustle and the bustle of the city. But here I am stuck with a shaded window. What good it is to me?
I hear voices. Voices of people passing by. Weekend parties well spent are announced by loud cheery voices, a cell phone conversation is partially heard and mostly what is heard is the loud monotonous sounds of the construction activity going on.
Sometimes in the day I draw the window shades up and life flows in. People walking around, birds chirping and the change in light, as the day progresses are experienced. But that is only sometimes. All that I get is sounds, paartial sounds.
Alas, for the want of a window, I pine in sorrow and dream of the freedom an open window would have offered me.
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Monday, August 13, 2007
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the shaded window when unshaded is an opportunity to be a part of the hustle bustle of of the city from a distance, from withing the privacy of your 4 walled room. be a part of the outside world from within the confines of your room.
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