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OPEN Window!!

I love Windows!!
As a child, i always used to hanker for the window sear during our family journeys, particularly by train. Whenever i choose to fly on occasion, my priority was getting a window seat and i remember few of those memories when i fought to sit by the window with my brothers.

The window always lets the world in, no matter how small our own inner world is. Along with light, it invities views of the larger world, reminding us how small we are. And for me, a window is also the perfect metaphor for transparency.

When we choose to love in spaces without windows, we lose out on perspective. We get trapped in out own vision, which grows weaker by the day. Sometimes, we may have a window, which we closed. All we need to do, in that case, is to simply open the window.


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