The rain had drenched the city streets,could see that from the window.Could not see any soul on the streets except a few walking hurriedly down the lane with their hands deep dug into their pockets.The cafe by the road side is still open,but without any customer in it.Under the dark clumsy cloud the destitute is still begging for alms while hurried pedestrians pass by.
The untamed wind splashes drops of water onto my face,the cup of coffee in my hand by now has already started tasting salty.The book on quantum mechanics that lay on my left side is almost wet.I was reading the book half an hour ago until a sudden gust of wind blew within my hair and did its part.........Heisenberg's uncertainty principle written on page 27 is seen as a trace from the page which lay open in front of me,it read" h is uncertainty principle".On my right lay an empty cigarette packet,and on far left a shelf ,with an empty beer bottle in it.I don't know why I have kept this bottle ,is it here to commemorate my past? did I knew about my present on the day when I kept this bottle? that on some lonely day the bottle will remind me that today I am living in my past with no present and an uncertain future..........
Some yards from here is an eight storey ed mansion which has lately became my companion during these solitary days.A series of open window lies in front of me,through which I can see the interior.On one I see a newly wed wife serving her husband a hot cup of drink as her husband had just returned home.The husband accepts this with a warm smile .On another I see a middle age couple quarrelling for some reason while their toddler kid cries sitting in between them.on the next window I see an elderly couple watching television together when a sudden disturbance brought their disposition.On the next moment I see the elderly woman talking and smiling over the telephone while her husband looks on her face eagerly to catch hold the phone.
In front of me is an open window which was shut for the last six months since the day i started looking into other people's life through their windows. "I don't know for what reason the window is open today......." I thought to myself ................through the window I see a modest but a well knit room, a garlanded picture of some one, bottles of medicine and some cheap plastic toys.A beautiful woman enters the room with a man and locks the door from inside .Her attire contradicted the status which I perceived beforehand on seeing the modest decor of the room.she looked both gorgeous and divine.
The man hands over a bundle of currency to this women and they both smiled at each others faces.The lights were turned off and for the next twenty minutes there was complete darkness inside the room .The lights were on again , I saw both of them leaving.Hours after an another man arrives and the same old thing followed,but this time it was nearly half an hour before I saw the face of bulb again.The man leaves slamming the door hard.The woman sat on the bed idle,without any movement.An unexpected thunder bolt rips the sky apart but was not able to make this stone carved woman move.Minutes later she stood up from bed, went near the garlanded picture and wept.She wipes off her tear goes to the other room and unlocks the door, a sweet little kid comes out of the room and embraces the woman, she takes him in her arms and brings him near the window.For a while she wents out of my vision and returns shortly with a bottle of medicine which she tenderly puts into the toddler's mouth.....................................
By now it is raining hard and all windows closed except one- of mine.
The untamed wind splashes drops of water onto my face,the cup of coffee in my hand by now has already started tasting salty.The book on quantum mechanics that lay on my left side is almost wet.I was reading the book half an hour ago until a sudden gust of wind blew within my hair and did its part.........Heisenberg's uncertainty principle written on page 27 is seen as a trace from the page which lay open in front of me,it read" h is uncertainty principle".On my right lay an empty cigarette packet,and on far left a shelf ,with an empty beer bottle in it.I don't know why I have kept this bottle ,is it here to commemorate my past? did I knew about my present on the day when I kept this bottle? that on some lonely day the bottle will remind me that today I am living in my past with no present and an uncertain future..........
Some yards from here is an eight storey ed mansion which has lately became my companion during these solitary days.A series of open window lies in front of me,through which I can see the interior.On one I see a newly wed wife serving her husband a hot cup of drink as her husband had just returned home.The husband accepts this with a warm smile .On another I see a middle age couple quarrelling for some reason while their toddler kid cries sitting in between them.on the next window I see an elderly couple watching television together when a sudden disturbance brought their disposition.On the next moment I see the elderly woman talking and smiling over the telephone while her husband looks on her face eagerly to catch hold the phone.
In front of me is an open window which was shut for the last six months since the day i started looking into other people's life through their windows. "I don't know for what reason the window is open today......." I thought to myself ................through the window I see a modest but a well knit room, a garlanded picture of some one, bottles of medicine and some cheap plastic toys.A beautiful woman enters the room with a man and locks the door from inside .Her attire contradicted the status which I perceived beforehand on seeing the modest decor of the room.she looked both gorgeous and divine.
The man hands over a bundle of currency to this women and they both smiled at each others faces.The lights were turned off and for the next twenty minutes there was complete darkness inside the room .The lights were on again , I saw both of them leaving.Hours after an another man arrives and the same old thing followed,but this time it was nearly half an hour before I saw the face of bulb again.The man leaves slamming the door hard.The woman sat on the bed idle,without any movement.An unexpected thunder bolt rips the sky apart but was not able to make this stone carved woman move.Minutes later she stood up from bed, went near the garlanded picture and wept.She wipes off her tear goes to the other room and unlocks the door, a sweet little kid comes out of the room and embraces the woman, she takes him in her arms and brings him near the window.For a while she wents out of my vision and returns shortly with a bottle of medicine which she tenderly puts into the toddler's mouth.....................................
By now it is raining hard and all windows closed except one- of mine.
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