The window .
‘a small door to a larger world’ .
He climbed the not so crowded bus and got off at the very next stop !
Well, for him a two-hour journey without a window seat was just unacceptable ! Yes, the same guy who never opened the doors of his room and never closed the windows of his room, the one who watched the sun rise and set, sitting in the inner side of the wall,through the window,the one who spoke to the wind and touched the rain without crossing the window, that very same last bencher who seldom left the class or paid attention apart from gazing at the dancing leaves and moving clouds from the window beside him ! That little kid who never got a perfect squared window in his drawings had now seen what life was,From that little window on a big door with an ICU board above ! In fact, for him, they were not just windows but Reminiscences .