The World Outside my Window

There is nothing prettier than looking outside my window during late night hours. The street just outside my house is part of a bylane and is beautifully lit with  golden lights. The beautiful lights complement the huge white church that is just opposite my house. At night outside the church, there is a corner where many white coloured candles with the beautiful yellow flames shine brightly. I feel that the golden-yellow flames of the candles emit a ray of hope and warmth to all the less fortunate children who are shivering and sleeping on the footpath.

During the night hours I find peace outside my window when I can see the stars shining brightly, and hear faint noises of a cuckoo. One of my favourite hours to stare at the beautiful scenery is at midnight when the church bell rings loud and clear. Every night I also see an old man with a packet of incense sticks which he lights beside him  and sleeps. The aroma of the incense sticks truly refreshes my brain and calms me down. At night I can also hear faint songs coming from our neighbouring flat; it truly complements the entire scenery. The best part is the nest of a little bird in one of the potted plants that my mother had planted. The bird had recently laid two eggs and since the day I noticed it, I have spent my time observing her care for her offspring.  Just outside my house are rows of beautiful green trees which have been there for as long as I can remember. 

The only thing I dislike about the scenery outside my house is a dog who cries every night for food. I usually give him biscuits and milk every morning, it has become a part of my routine now but since it is not possible for me to feed him during the night it breaks my heart to see him crying for food. I feel every street has a beautiful story hidden in it which needs to be deciphered.