Through the Window (Revised and Remastered Version)
Through the Window
I woke up to the cool breeze, in a rainy morning, having a wet perfume. While the chirpings of birds felt so sweet, the orange lights from window made me pure. I saw drops of life on the window, having orange flavour. I saw through the window that it was raining, sky was creamy orange, the drops were light, as we all like. The tree adjacent to window looked never so green. While the bloomed flowers of complete colours looked exquisite, giving total purity to atmosphere with it's ambrosia. Leaves were swaying to the rhythm of zephyr to express what the dayspring, the mizzle and sunshower meant.
Meanwhile, through the window, on humid boulevard, i saw a little puppy sitting wet and alone, looking at a mom dog with its pups. He was wondering, as if he craved the love, care, guidance and joy of family. I felt dejected as I looked at the forsaken pup. I wondered if his mom was okay. The feelings of the dog can only be understood by people who already felt it, very deeply heartbreaking.
Later, I saw two friends on cycles, having race on the avenue, while in the rain. Eventually, they found solace and rested beneath the tree, exchanged playful words, gentle teasing, and bursts of laughter. Then they danced in the rain, lost in a blissful daze. The cool wind swept through the air, carrying with it the joy of their togetherness. And I wondered, if only I could have been there.
In the end, I spotted a young couple—a girl and a boy—walking side by side, talking softly, their smiles shy but radiant. They were so beautiful together. The girl, especially, seemed so shy. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was their first time sharing such a moment. As time passed, their confidence grew, and with it, a newfound comfort. Soon, they danced in the shower, this time joy and harmony intertwined with the cool wind that carried the purity of their love everywhere. The innocence of first love, the closeness and connection they shared, felt almost divine. And I couldn’t help but wonder: why can’t I be there?
A Story by- C. Acharya
I woke up to the cool breeze, in a rainy morning, having a wet perfume. While the chirpings of birds felt so sweet, the orange lights from window made me pure. I saw drops of life on the window, having orange flavour. I saw through the window that it was raining, sky was creamy orange, the drops were light, as we all like. The tree adjacent to window looked never so green. While the bloomed flowers of complete colours looked exquisite, giving total purity to atmosphere with it's ambrosia. Leaves were swaying to the rhythm of zephyr to express what the dayspring, the mizzle and sunshower meant.
Meanwhile, through the window, on humid boulevard, i saw a little puppy sitting wet and alone, looking at a mom dog with its pups. He was wondering, as if he craved the love, care, guidance and joy of family. I felt dejected as I looked at the forsaken pup. I wondered if his mom was okay. The feelings of the dog can only be understood by people who already felt it, very deeply heartbreaking.
Later, I saw two friends on cycles, having race on the avenue, while in the rain. Eventually, they found solace and rested beneath the tree, exchanged playful words, gentle teasing, and bursts of laughter. Then they danced in the rain, lost in a blissful daze. The cool wind swept through the air, carrying with it the joy of their togetherness. And I wondered, if only I could have been there.
In the end, I spotted a young couple—a girl and a boy—walking side by side, talking softly, their smiles shy but radiant. They were so beautiful together. The girl, especially, seemed so shy. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was their first time sharing such a moment. As time passed, their confidence grew, and with it, a newfound comfort. Soon, they danced in the shower, this time joy and harmony intertwined with the cool wind that carried the purity of their love everywhere. The innocence of first love, the closeness and connection they shared, felt almost divine. And I couldn’t help but wonder: why can’t I be there?
A Story by- C. Acharya
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