Windows have always been a part of my cubicle life. There was one behind me while I was in OOW. It overlooked a huge tree. I even have had a few simian visitors. Then came FCB. There was a window seat which we all looked forward to grab. This window overlooked the army grounds. Unfortunately it remained occupied till I left. Then there was one at DDB. In fact there were two. The first one belonged to the writer whose seat I had occupied while moving in. Then came the window that overlooked the Al Khuwair roundabout. These windows were never opened for the sole reason that the weather outside was hostile. Now for the latest window in my life. Its the O2 window. This one overlooks a park and a banyan tree. My visitors include a squirrel, a crow, parrots and a few mynahs.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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