Two Windows, One World: A Dual Perspective on a Singular Image

Walking inside my bedroom which was frankly located on the second storey of our house, facing towards a little park where our noisy neighbors drop off their toddlers to play so that they can have a few moments in peace. Placing my morning coffee on my study table, I turned off the lamp which had been lit since the night before at dusk. The all nighter lamp faced the opposite of the window which shared the lively and green park. Another window. Another side, view and vibe. Specifically, the dark side. The side you would want on a gloomy day. The vibe one desires and feels attracted to in their hard times. The window faced the plot behind our home which was just in front of a tiny graveyard, personally owned by the previous owners of the plot. They had a long, dark history. A rather frightening one. Making them suitable enough to be ‘owning a graveyard.’ I wouldn't wanna repeat it. I moved towards the park view window seeing Sunny standing on the window sill probably waiting for me to give her her morning treat. Sunny is my little bird, not quite a pet but a friend. I opened the window allowing the cool morning breeze to flow in and relax my mind. The slight scent of the lilies and tulips from the little flower station before the park, hit my nostrils as I let the beauty of nature melt me into it. I caught couples jogging along the track inside the park, giggling while talking, little children riding their colorful bicycles and the senior citizens gathered in a group, chatting while grinning ear to ear. It was all happy moments to make your day. But not everyone has the same view, the same thinking. Some, like me, could find the view rather lonely and irritating. For someone who couldn’t experience the same happiness could be triggered. For someone who longed to be loved but never got it could highly hate this sight. And find comfort in the opposite. So what if it’s a graveyard? So what if people die and are buried there? That is also the same thing one will experience in his or her lifetime no matter how happy they are. No matter if they’re depressed wishing for death to come at their doorstep or if they’re living life to their fullest and never want to be separated from this world. Death will come and they will be buried in the same mud, the same dirt which they despised in their lives. For some reason, that didn't scare me. It felt comforting. I mean after all, It’s just another side of the world. Another way to view life. Another window. The very opposite. The graveyard was decorated with dark, nude trees. Their leaves long fallen, and their lengthy stick-like branches sticking out like a huge hand knocking on the window. The branch covered the window, not allowing me to open it. Where on one side the spring birds sang their songs making your ear’s ring with their chirping, on the other side when the night falls and darkness rules the sky, the howling of the owls fills the loud silence. They sound alone, lost unlike the chirping bird’s exciting melodies. Or maybe that's not it. Maybe that’s just how ‘we’ interpret it. After all, it is another side, another view but of the same picture, the same world. The same life. Written By: Aleena Rahail