describe in detail the view from your bedroom window. what are the sighs, sound, and smell that you would typically see, hear and experience at different times of the day? when do u most enjoy the view? early in the morning, in the evening or late at night
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The window of my bedroom was an opening to various scenes at different times of the day. I could sit for hours together at the window and enjoy the diverse sights, sounds and smells. It was a holiday and I didn't have to go out anywhere so the whole day I decided to enjoy.
At 6 am my eyes opened to the chirping of the birds, the early morning sunrise spreading its different shades of red and yellow colour on the horizon of the sky. It was a treat to the eyes and the soul. The fresh and pure air blowing into the room filled me with freshness and spirit. I rushed to the window to hungrily inhale some more of it. To my surprise, even on early Sunday morning there were a big number of people in the park across the street outside my house. Some were walking some were doing exercises and a few were doing yoga. There was a group of children who had come prepared with . their cricket and badminton kits. I felt a little guilty that there were people working hard to maintain their health and hygiene and I had just got up from my bed. The sight of smiling flowers and the dew drops on the petals of roses and marigolds were a real pleasure. The gardener too was up and doing his work of taking care of the various beds of flower, plucking the unwanted weeds, watering the plants and priming and trimming the hedges.
On the road, I could see the movement of the people who had started their work early in the morning. The milkman, the newspaper hawker, the peddlers were selling vegetables, fruits, grocery, articles etc. A Sunday or a Monday made no difference. There was no holiday for them and supply had to be made to meet the demands. The sweepers, were busy doing their work diligently. The tractors too were on duty picking up the garbage collected in heaps at intervals on both sides of the street.
As time rolled on, the scene both in the park and the street changed. Most of the people from the park had returned towards their homes. Just a few late comers could be seen hurrying up with their exercises. On the street, there was a little less rush it being, a Sunday. People were going to various places of worship. Now a lot of auto rickshaws, cycle rickshaws, pedestrians, buses and other different kinds of transport were plying on the street.
In the afternoon the sight outside was not very entertaining. The honking of horns of vehicles madly moving up and down the streets could be heard. It seemed there was a mad race going on or as if everyone was rushing to save their lives from a dragon.
In the evening with the lights on, everywhere it seemed that the festival of light Diwali had arrived. The park, the street, the shops and house were all illuminated with bulbs and LED lights. People were rushing to finish their work and return home. The birds in the sky were moving in groups back to their nests. The insects were buzzing around making a whistling sound right below my window. The scene from my bedroom window at different times of the day is a delightful time pass keeping me busy when I wish to relax and do nothing much of importance.