View from a Window

I could hear the stirring of panic in my mind. The bustling sounds of the nearby traffic and

bawling of the nearby train aroused a relentlessly tedious effect. I was drowsy already. All this

hustle and bustle was greatly contributing to the addition of exhaustion that I was feeling. The

sour and stale scents of smoke jumbled up with petrol residue were making their way into the

room, replacing the nostalgic candle aroma with the sordidness of a rushing city life. However,

the skyline view bestowed a great amount if serenity as the clouds in the sky resembled the

dancing troops which are providing an aerial show. And the swooshing winds from the passing

cars imparted some temporary relief to the agitating mind of mine.

Additionally, the flying flocks of birds seemed like they were gliding to a place of urgent

business as were their human counterparts. The constant chirping sounds of those innumerable

birds vibrated and their collective sound intensified the scampering ramifications of the whole

scenario. The wavering green leaves of the trees planted in rows alongside the pavement seemed

like they were also getting strained with the amount of work they had to do in order to maintain

some sense of serenity in the surrounding waves of motion. They prompted a tingling feeling as I

could imagine their plight for the arduous task they were committed to, staying fresh in a world

of pollution. I could taste their success because the air I was breathing, seemed more aromatic

and unprocessed unlike all the other experiences I was undergoing then.