The broken window

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It was that time of the day (or perhaps night) that made me indecisive as to should I witness the sunrise due in an hour or should I call it a day. If I decided to witness the sunrise, I would be doing so perhaps after a decade. The thought of breathing in the fresh air, listening to chirping of birds and witnessing the vast canvas of sky changing landscapes from red to orange to yellow, all seemed plausible reasons as to why I should relive that experience. However, if I didn’t call it a day that time, I would end up sleeping through this coming day. And in such moments of indecisiveness, I find amusement thinking that probably, most of the births in this world are a result of moments of indecision – the indecision of whether to use protection or not.

I wondered why I suffer from indecisiveness. Is it because no one ever taught me to back my instincts and my reasoning faculty to make a decision for myself? Or is it because someone always backed his instincts and reasoning faculty to make a decision for me? Shall I blame ‘no one’ or ‘someone’ or ‘everyone’? However, I couldn’t decide on whom to blame as another pertinent question popped up that how I could decide to put the blame on anyone while I suffer from indecision.

While the disillusionment about the decisions made in my life dawned upon my mind, so did the rays of sun dawned upon my face through that broken window signaling the start of a new day. A new day – yes, that’s how people like to call each day as they believe with each day, they could start afresh: a new beginning, hence, a new day. I couldn’t say how much I wish that this were true. Had we possessed the ability to clean our slate over a night’s sleep, it would have been really a wonderful day to begin with and a wonderful life to live. However, reality is that on each ‘new’ day, we live through it as a pain with the hope of a better ‘new’ day coming up next day, interact with our surroundings carrying the baggage of our experiences and notions formed in the previous days in life.

The lack of sleep and hence, the weariness, soon, started affecting my thoughts and every object in my surrounding started acquiring significance. The broken window seemed to signify the broken dreams and the rays of light filtering in through that broken window appeared to be comforting me as a glimmer of hope, trying to convey the message to look at the brighter side. I was enticed to look at the brighter side and tried to look beyond that broken window. And after a decade, I observed the magnificent Sun rise up on the horizon. The questions which were bothering me escaped my attention as I heard the birds chirp in a backdrop of a colorful canvas of loud colors. And suddenly I felt that I was now ready to live a new day.

9 Replies to “The broken window”

  1. Dude indecisiveness is a momentary confusion, after pondering over it for sometime, just close your eyes and ask the inner consciousness…you’ll get the answer immediately… And by the way who cares about sleeping the whole day when you have just an hour to see the beautiful morning sun rising in front of you? I wouldn’t have had wondered even for five mins…when I am awake the whole night an hour won’t do more harm 😛 😛 And the scenes you have portrayed in the write up are beautiful…. It made me curious now that I have missed this morning sunrise and chirping of birds for so long, maybe I should sit up and study whole night just to see that morning come alive 🙂 🙂 But with this snow in sight I wonder how its going to be 😛 😛

    Cheers,

  2. “Given two choices, we can never be perfectly unbiased . It can never be 50% exactly. Indecisiveness can be resolved, by tossing a coin – for during that fraction of a second while the coin is in air, you would know which side you want it to show up.” – read somewhere – rephrased it. Any ways, it was a good article!

  3. Whoa!
    Beautiful post. Made me for a moment feel like such a lazy slob 😛
    The part where u say that you know, wish a new day was literally new, like we could wipe our slates, and start afresh. Sometimes I wish that could happen!
    But then whatever did take place, made you what you are today. And I’m happy. So it’s allright!
    The description was really amazing <3

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