Windows. of Maastricht.

"Let me go to the window,

Watch there the day-shapes of dusk

And wait and know the coming

Of a little love..."

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a yellow room with a big window. 

opens out wide to give an unhindered view of the sky outside

a large mirror on the wall opposite to it makes the room endless

brings in a bit of the blue sky inside the yellow room in the mornings

in the evenings, amber lights fill the room and cast warm human shadows on the window to any passer-by who cares to look

to travelers who once wished a home

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a green room from a past life, with two small windows, side by side, two feet of wall in between

each secure with vertical iron grills and metal nets

the sky always chequered and sliced and never enough. from the bed. from where she looked.

an incompleteness of adolescence can create a lifelong longing. 

a rare kind of longing that doesn't die with satiation.

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what is it about windows.

in a room with a view

on homes in the streets of a little known city

on an airplane as it descends to touch a place you still call home

in a train that passes by greens and yellows and windmills and roads lost in forest or mud huts and paddy fields and distant human lives.  

why do all things look magical through a window, at a window. 

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a window let's me be a part of another life from a distance. 

a life I am not really a part of, or maybe I am. or I want to be, till I don't want to be. 

windows work nicely for an introvert. It is a veil one can lift or drop at will to step in, or withdraw from, a world outside. 

a safe escape. 

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a window nurtures desires. of exploration and freedom from confinement of a room. 

a window inspires a quiet rebellion against the ticking demands of a life. 

a window celebrates pause and pointlessness. 

which perhaps, like someone said, is the point.

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a window brings light air sound warmth and, beauty. 

makes a room, or a life,  seem endless, warm and wholesome. 

makes a life endless, warm, wholesome, and sad. 

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some of my favourite windows of Maastricht. 

the favouritest at the very end. my room window seat overlooking the station.

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The English word “window” has its origins in the Scandinavian word “vindauga”, and it means “wind-eye” or an eye for looking out.

The German word for “window” is “Fenster”. It has its origins in the Latin word “fenestra”, and means “an opening”. French “fenêtre”, Dutch “venster”, and Italian “finestra” are related.

The Bengali "janala" is borrowed from the Portuguese "janela" and not the Sanskrit vatayan ( which also means a horse, that can run like the wind) or gabaksh (which is a cow's eyes or in architectural parlance, eyes through which the deity looks at the outside world.)