The big needle on the clock keeps ticking. She is not able to sleep. She tosses around in bed for a while. Then she tries to meditate. Its not her thoughts or some worry that is hogging her mind. She has just moved into a new apartment. There are big windows in all rooms and beautiful view of thick green shrubs that have grown high enough to stand tall outside her 3rd floor window. When she first came in to inspect the apartment, the open space, the big windows and the greenery outside were the only three checks she needed to give it a nod. This was a great bargain for the price. Add to that, a small balcony with a view of the sky, the greenery and the chirpy birds.
Little does she know that the scene changes a little by night. Her bedroom window has blinds that can let in more light than the tinted glass windows of her car. There is a street light right outside the window, which operates on motion detection. So, if a bird or a butterfly or even a bug flutters around, the light turns on. And then it switches off after some set timer expires, only to switch on again in a few minutes. It's torture. The dysfunctional blinds do nothing to abate the nuisance. She turns around to face away from the window. But now she has to face the wall painted ivory white which only so beautifully reflects the light coming from the blinds. Oh the disappointment. She does not mind getting distracted into the physics and principles of optics for a bit. Anything to divert her attention from the light. Maybe bedroom walls should be painted in darker colors. She instantly recognizes this as her first thought ever of justifying a dark color on a wall. A new perspective, huh!
A few more minutes pass. She pulls the quilt over her head in an attempt to block the light. Only to find herself panicking with the thought of suffocating due to Carbon monoxide poisoning. Sometimes knowing can also be a dangerous thing :(. And the mind momentarily lapses into a disconnected chain of thoughts. But no sleep yet. Finally she gets up determined to bring an end to the tyranny the night has brought upon her. She turns on the light and moves about through the rooms to find something she can use to block the light. The whiteboard does it for her. She picks it up and places it balanced on the sill of the window. It blocks 90% of the light. What a change it is. A sigh of relief!
She quickly checks her iphone for time. It is 3:45am. All is not lost. She has at least 3-4 hours before morning. A feeling of rest and hope takes over and she quickly settles into her super-comfy bed/quilt/pillow combo. As a few minutes pass and sleep becomes an almost reality in her la la land, she is blissfully unaware that ...
Little does she know that the scene changes a little by night. Her bedroom window has blinds that can let in more light than the tinted glass windows of her car. There is a street light right outside the window, which operates on motion detection. So, if a bird or a butterfly or even a bug flutters around, the light turns on. And then it switches off after some set timer expires, only to switch on again in a few minutes. It's torture. The dysfunctional blinds do nothing to abate the nuisance. She turns around to face away from the window. But now she has to face the wall painted ivory white which only so beautifully reflects the light coming from the blinds. Oh the disappointment. She does not mind getting distracted into the physics and principles of optics for a bit. Anything to divert her attention from the light. Maybe bedroom walls should be painted in darker colors. She instantly recognizes this as her first thought ever of justifying a dark color on a wall. A new perspective, huh!
A few more minutes pass. She pulls the quilt over her head in an attempt to block the light. Only to find herself panicking with the thought of suffocating due to Carbon monoxide poisoning. Sometimes knowing can also be a dangerous thing :(. And the mind momentarily lapses into a disconnected chain of thoughts. But no sleep yet. Finally she gets up determined to bring an end to the tyranny the night has brought upon her. She turns on the light and moves about through the rooms to find something she can use to block the light. The whiteboard does it for her. She picks it up and places it balanced on the sill of the window. It blocks 90% of the light. What a change it is. A sigh of relief!
She quickly checks her iphone for time. It is 3:45am. All is not lost. She has at least 3-4 hours before morning. A feeling of rest and hope takes over and she quickly settles into her super-comfy bed/quilt/pillow combo. As a few minutes pass and sleep becomes an almost reality in her la la land, she is blissfully unaware that ...
In the lush green thicket
Over this window 'Macbeth,
The cardinal and the sparrow,
In the morrow liveth,
And hither and thither they moveth,
Singing and chirping songs,
And soon, Not light but Sound
Through the yonder window, breaketh...
Over this window 'Macbeth,
The cardinal and the sparrow,
In the morrow liveth,
And hither and thither they moveth,
Singing and chirping songs,
And soon, Not light but Sound
Through the yonder window, breaketh...
