Ronit and Riya were fighting again for the window seat. Hardly were we seated in the bus when the brawl began. Whats with this window seat complained grandma. Finally I had to play the arbitrator, and after a lot of cajoling and some threats, they agreed to a truce. They will take turns in having the window seat for the journey.
As I settled in my seat which was not a window one, I smiled as I reminiscined my days as a child and how I would love having the window seat whenever we travelled. As a toddler I was fascinated by the sights and sounds around. I was still discovering the big and beautiful world and everything looked amazing and magical.
Then I was a lanky school going girl and I still loved the window seat in the school bus. After a long day at school I loved looking out of the window and absorbing the people, vehicles, sounds in.
I was a teenager then and like guys cal it “Bird watching” we girls likes to indulge in “Bird watching” too but the gender is different of course.
I found little time to look out of the window as I grew up and started working- the daily grind, stress, deadlines at work meant I was constantly checking my blackberry on the go. On days which were a bit light, I loved gazing out of the window of the cab, looking at the toddler accompanying his mother – looked like it was his first day at school. The crease of worry on his mother’s forehead and the contrasting joy on his made for a good watch. Then there were the lovebirds- the college goers who had eyes just for each other. Isn’t it magical to be in love- especially the early days when you are completely smitten by it? There was a pot bellied police guy who was yelling at motorists and the grandpa who walked cautiously with a stick, clutching the arm of his grand child.
So many people, different stories, they came from different places, were in different phases, someone had found love, someone lost it, someone had a great day , someone was just waiting for this day to end. Isn’t it amazing if you just glance around, you will find innumerable stories to tell.
I am a Mom of 2 now and I love the window seat as much as I loved it as a child, just that with 2 kids who are forever wrestling for the window seat and every other thing- I often have to forego it but that doesn’t stop me from looking out of the window, observing and forming these little stories in my head about people and life around.
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We always traveled by train, so my sister and I would have the window seats. No fighting. And if only one was there, I’d take it and she’d sit next to me and lean in while I held her. 😀 It was wonderful to see the sights and the different people at the stations etc. 🙂 Very beautiful. Thanks for the trigger to a flood of memories!
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Awww that’s indeed memorable. You should write a post
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I loved being on the window seat! There is so much to see and so much to enjoy! I wonder why today’s children get bored so easily in a car or a bus?
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True children are so impatient these days. Don’t get why
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I used to love a window seat as a kid and also as a grown up. But now, I just like the aisle seat cos it’s just convenient! But that love remains 🙂
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True now I don’t really care which seat I sit on
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I still love the window seat, be it a plan or a car…. it keeps me busy for hours on end during a travel and I love to simply observe the life beyond it.
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True the beyond it is what matters to us writers right
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Hi Askhata! This is such a beautiful read. And, I love the whole journey from a child to a Mom now. It was quite relatable. Keep writing and more power to your pen! Love and Cheers, Tina
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Thx so much dear Tina!
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Rofl at the bird watching part… I love window seats… Still do and will even fight with my siblings for it 😀 it has its own joy after all. Beautifully written
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So nice to hear that Raj!
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I like the window seat too.Its a great way to observe nature and humanity.Time flies when I travel if I am looking out of the window
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So true Doc
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Who doesn’t love window seats. I did not budge when asked to made compromise when I was a child. So many stories can be weaved looking at the world.
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Yea indeed!
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My fascination would never end for a window seat whatever age I be. Sometimes while staring out I forget I am travelling and I am just lost in some world
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True that’s the beauty of the window seat!
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Every time I get the window seat, I indulge in the same things you do. Looking at the people outside, forming their stories in my head and wondering about what must go on in their minds!
I loved reading your post, Akshata! I felt like I was sitting in the window seat and you were regaling me with your tales of the people who passed us by!
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Thanks shilpa so glad to see the similarities between us. Thx for your kind words
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I so love the window seat too. There are so many stories to tell, by just looking out of the window and observing.
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Yea indeed so many of them
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The badge says it all. Wow. What more can I say?
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Thx Lav so kind of you!
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Sure thing!
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Yeah I was also excited for window seat when I was a kid and it’s the same now.. Time flies but we never change.
Good post.. best wishes 🙂
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Thx – so glad to hear that you forged a connection with this piece
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