The Open window

   Past, each of us has. It is a composition of many feelings hard, soft, and many more. Sometimes forgetting the past and initiating a new future is a good decision than thinking of what happened and worrying about it. “Ghatam gatha ha” means past is past a dialogue from a famous movie which I follow. Generally, I never think of that but today I remembered the day that has been passed over the years. When I am still a student, a teen. I left my hometown years ago as demanded by my education and personal life. I come here now and then. But today is different as a fire accident erupted in an apartment which has a special place in my heart

     

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                                           The Open window

        Exam a key factor in the education system.  One study to achieve a good rank. Some pray to god and few take different measures to come over this. I selected to take the first measure to study. Those were my public examinations and I am appearing for the first time. Hopes and well wishes surrounded me than faith. They expected me to do great but how can I say I am not to the mark. I decided to work hard for the rest of fifteen days before appearing for the exam. I talked to my parents and arranged an old storeroom on our terrace. I cleaned and made it comfortable to study. I started studying. As days running, I am gaining perfection. I studied day and night. Days are casual as there is no one all are left for their works a part of a busy life. As the summer is heading the room is getting warmer. For the first few days, I packed myself in the room so that I won’t be disturbed but I was unable to bear the warmness so I opened the door and window.

     It was special as it was night. All the lights were off and the night dark spread all over there was, only two lights poking the darkness, one was mine and the other was coming from an open window. It was just a surprise to me the time is around 12 in the night all were sleeping and no one to accompany me but this light from the open window gave me a company. Not a regular one but a special one. A new feeling arose I don’t know who it was but had a special place in me. Later I put off the lights and slept.

       In the morning, I saw the open window where the bulb is glowing. I can see two hands making roties. It was not for a day but continued. I can say by seeing the hands it was mostly a young girl but not a woman. I mean a girl of her early twenties. In the night, I used to watch the hands making something but never the pretty face. In the morning, I can see the sunrise when the sun is rising just beside the open window. It was a great treat to watch the sun and 100-watt bulb glowing in the early morning when a few rays of the sun striking the ground. To meet in person the apartment is not near to me as the height is long I can see the building and the girl in the house mentioned the girl’s hands. My exams have started and the window company is still with me. I felt as lucky to watch a hand full of bangles moving before me at the very first sight of opening my eyes. My exams were going good and the rhythm of lights in the night sky was at its best as she slept after me and woke up before me. I want to meet her as my exams are going to end today. I saw the window – the open window for the last time as from tomorrow I do not stay in the room, but never thought it was the last time I see it.

     I came to my home after attending my exam. I have done well confident of scoring good marks. I noticed an ambulance passing when I reach my home. A lot of crowds gathered near the apartment they were speaking something unusual. I asked my mother. She told me that someone on the top floor of the apartment was died, as there was a quarrel between family members. She was not sure about the one who died and now I am in a situation that I think of passing. I decided not to think of it as the hands I see in the morning still moving in front of me and how can I digest the news of her death. So, I believed she was not dead and gave up the idea to meet her. I don’t want to know what happened. I believe she is still alive. A thought struck if I opened the window I may know something about it. Moreover, I may think of it and if not I can feel her always. I don’t know how she is if I come across her also. I can still feel her hands moving and do not want to let that move away from me.

                            And “THE OPEN WINDOW” is never OPENED.