Windows and doors
Stepping out I stood by my open narrow window. It was raining. Rain spears falling straight to soft mother earth, to the green leaves and to the roofs of the buildings yonder. Thin spears…it was rainy season…softly falling raindrops, making the whole world seem soft wet and comfortable. Dryness is lack of life. I projected myself through the narrow window. The world outside my white-walled room was so inviting with so many colors, with fresh open air, with so many myriads of life. I longed for it. In my room I felt dried up. I felt like going out. Then I remembered my door. Oh yes, I have to go out only through doors, not through windows. Every morning I go out through my door to the fresh open air and forget the static ordinariness of the room I leave behind. While I walk, I savor the rustle of the leaves, the sweet singing of little birds and the morning sun filtering through the tall trees. I get myself detached from my routine life and immerse in the environs arou...