Looking out of the window

 The first thing I saw when I woke up was my window. It lets in some fresh air and offers a fascinating scene of green trees, where birds chirp without making a loud noise. Usually, I see parrots and sparrows. I thought that whoever was there made them awake at a certain time to start their life afresh daily. There was another pertinent question about how they remember their route to come back to their nests. The trees were exactly in front of my window, and every day they didn't skip their routine time to wake up and start chirping. It was such a beautiful place to be, but I happened to get left at the house for some reason.

caption: Way to my residence

At present, looking out of the window is interesting in some other way. Different plants would be seen soon after opening the window. Sometimes, monkeys would come and linger around them. They are very clever and fearless. If we try to hoodwink them, they start on their other side to disturb things. Until or unless we maintain eye contact, they don't try to harm us. They don't like people staring at them. For some reason, these days monkeys are not being seen around here. They must have gone somewhere. The window gives a micro presence of the world. 

Submitted to BlogchatterHalfMarathon