Friday, February 24, 2012

Long Street's Orange Window

The night closed the bright orange window which had been passed by the cycle boy every single day since June, way back in '84. The window had been a loyal admirer of the umpteen tunes that the boy whistled to. He was a merry boy, and the window- a merry aged, unaltered element of the street. A landmark. A bellwether of its own kind, as the paints of yellow peeled open the red bricks, bit by bit, day by day, year by year.

Not a soul peeked from inside you know, yet it was the most lively detail in the whole of good ole Long Street, they said. Romeos would park their bikes next to it, and wait for them pretty pretty girls swinging their way in long evening dresses and high buns. Peddlers would string on their ukuleles and sing to Gene Autry and wink at the kind pedestals with pennies. Police men would eventually shoo them off and patrol around lazily, or join them and hum along when drunk.

The humor was in the gospel according to the neighbors around, that more the wall peeled, more the cracks peered, and more the pipes rusted...a strange sense of comfort manifested in the daily participants of Long Street. That old orange guy was a perpetual furniture on the abandoned wall that was a favorite, to all of them. It reassured them, it made aging easier, it calmed them, it was a part of their Christmas, Fête des lumières, Easter, and Hanukkah. It was a part of their wails when all the kitchens in the street would hear the fat maiden cry at her misfortune or yell at her goat who was bulled by her cat, again.


Either way, against all odds, the orange window was family to their secrets and hopes, to marital alliances or broken homes.. 
Either way, against all odds, the orange window would be there, tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that. 






- Nil. :)

43 comments:

  1. First of all, love the description of the window and the paint.
    You have a way with imagery, lady. :)

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  2. Why thank you, lady!
    I'm still tellin' ya, you're playing with the universe here ;)

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  3. Haha well I am glad it's working in your favor then! :) <3

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  4. Haha yes yes, sire. At dark times like these, I'd call it the only saving grace! :)

    P.s- though after them boards, bring in some blogsville marathons, shall we please!

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  5. Thanks for stopping by :)

    You are an AMAZING writer, honestly! Keep writing

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  6. Your post on Hunger Games made my day!

    And thank you, you're very kind :)

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  7. Its just SO cool that you can take something as simple, as a window in this case, and create a beautifully written post, story or poem from it! And its all so believable and realistic. Wow man, just wow! :O

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  8. This is just lovely :)

    And nice photo! You took?

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  9. Nice :)
    Just one question, u found the photo first or did u WRITE before u found the pic?
    i mean its a perfect match!

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  10. The orange window. I feel like peering through it now!

    Windows are like eyes, you use them to see through them!

    (or my analogy fails)

    But beautiful post!

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  11. @Priyanka: Eyyy lady! Thank you, so much :) And believe me, you've done better stuff. You're just very kind!


    @Vantz: 'fanks :] And nope, Pinterest FTW :D

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  12. @Rob: Thanks! And haha I know righttt? And you caught me there. I got the photo first ;) Love at first sight, and I figured I just HAD to write about it..



    @The Writer: Your analogy passes beautifully :) And thank you!

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  13. How do you manage to come up with such brilliant pieces every single time?!
    Sheesh!
    but anyway. It was amazing reading it. =))

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  14. Thanks for stopping by - I love the image and the sound of the orange window, so atmospheric

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  15. Oh man, seriously! You and Ruhani have the loveliest looking blogs I've seen in a long time. :)

    The photograph of the window in this post is almost exactly as beautiful as the picture of the window that the post helped me paint in my mind. :)

    You give us a picture and you give us the thousand (give or take) words, too. Now, that makes you an especially generous blogger, doesn't it? :) I follow now!

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  16. @Stuti: Chubbey! You're one to talk after the insane writer's roll you've been on :O
    And thank you, sister :)


    @About Last Weekend: Anytime! And haha thank you :)


    @Tangled Up In Blue: Hi, there! Thrilled to see you on my blog, hells your blog blew my head away :O And thank you so much, you're really really kind :) I'm glad you liked this piece. And a hearty welcome to my blog :D

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  17. ekdom heaby! bikhato likechis eta puchke, puro bhabe obak kore diyechis amader. prodip pore bolche bishash korte paarche na

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  18. wow only you can come up with writes like this my genius <3 :)
    You can write on almost anything....high time you start working on your first novel post exams and I am gonna be your first reader :D

    Louuuuuuved it, my love <3 :)

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  19. really love the scenery in this post: from the orange window, to the streets, to the girls and their buns...very visual.

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  20. @Mashi: Hahahha aww! How I miss mamu and his poker staright cuddly face :') I miss you guys SO much. Porikha'r pore pakke, you two lovelies of mine, the monsters and their maasis! :) And thank you. Tomra naa. Beshi beshi <3


    @Lady Whispers: Haha woooah! You overestimate me like nobody's business, just how adorable is that? Thanks m'love. I'd write a book for you, if not the world :D


    @Cheryl: Glad you think so. And hells even better seeing you here! Thank youuu :)

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  21. i am jealous. i am pathetic with imagery. and u toh just make me felt wholly obsolete!

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  22. I'd rather not start with another cue of 'you're very kind..' but yeah! I guess you know the drill by now :P

    P.s- You'd whup anybody's bum at Imagery, I bet. :)

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  23. Okay I know this is weird but when you came up with the Romeos and the girls with long skirts on, I felt like they'd all burst into this WHOLE ZNMD senorita thing. I love the contrast of the old window wearing out, and the young couples with their daily business. All in all, I LOVE WHAT YOU WRITE. I would buy your book instead of a Chetan Bhagat anyday! Anddd pardon my crazyy comment but the mention of ukuleles like makes this then folds more awesome!

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  24. Sam! Hahhaha aww thanks babe. And no, your crazy comments pretty much make my day. Thank you :)

    P.s- ZNMD senorita scene is LOVE man.

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  25. then ta I meant ten in the last line. :P

    And srsly that scene was the shizz!

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  26. Looool, figurrrred =P

    Amen, yes!

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  27. whoaa, am i glad i ran into ur blog?? i loved the way you have described the "yellow wall", and the various characters that have a beautiful relation with that part of the street .. loved the imagination ...

    Keep writing ....

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  28. Hi, there! Haha wow, thanks. Happier that you ran in here, and sure do hope you run in here time and again :)

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  29. i still haven't gotten my answer!

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  30. I don't quite remember there being a question!

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  31. myriad coherence. take the hint! :P

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  32. Lets just settle with the contents of the gift for now :)

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  33. but then how do you open the gift till you take off the ribbon?

    wont u need a really big opening in the bottom for that?

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  34. Perhaps there is one, look for it!

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  35. how about u tell me your email id and i unwrap it in peace? :)

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  36. Loved the post...

    But why the photo? destroys the personal imagery :(

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  37. ^because the piece was inspired by the photograph :)

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  38. Descriptive writing. Your forte. Again, brilliant piece...Is there a metaphor or am i reading too much into it? amazingly done :)

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  39. Thank you, you're so kind :)

    And you're the reader my friend, you can read into it just as much as you want. I'm nothing but the mere writer :)

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