One window, a thousand stories

Rimi enjoys standing near the window. Through the window's crack, he takes in the morning sun, gentle afternoon breeze, and night silence. His mind is connected to the outside world through this window. He sees everything through this window, whether it's bright moments, gloomy afternoons, or the outside noise. Rimi is leaning against the window grill this morning. Children are running or walking to school on the sidewalk below, some holding hands with their mothers. Rimi remembers that when he was little, his mother used to take him to school like this. "Rimi, walk quickly, the school bell will ring!" his mother's sweet voice and the warmth of her hand are now just memories. His mother is gone now. She passed away three years ago due to cancer. Rimi's father works in a government office. He has withdrawn even more since his mother's death. He talks less with Rimi. Only the essential events occur. He has to pay the school fees, buy a new uniform—these are the things he needs. Rimi has tried to talk to her father many times, but every time he either talks about the fatigue of the office, or keeps quiet and watches TV.

Rimi keeps a diary by the window. He writes down everything about his thoughts, the color of the sky, the crows calling from the neighboring house. This diary is his only friend. Rimi is not sociable at school. If someone teases him, he keeps quiet. If someone asks, "Rimi, don't you ever get angry?" he just laughs. But on the pages of his diary, he writes—

"Sumana made fun of my notebook once more today. "Your handwriting looks like you wrote with a duck's foot!" she exclaimed. Everyone laughed. I did not speak up. However, I glanced out the window. A bird was sitting on a branch and singing. Does the bird ever make people laugh, I wondered. Or just sings in its own unique way? One day, on his way back from school, Rimi saw the new boy next door—Rafi—playing the guitar. A week earlier, Rafi's family had moved here. Rimi erupted. She felt as though Rafi's song was saying something to her. The song was sad, but there was a kind of hope in the melody. Rimi closed her eyes and listened.

The next day, Rimi saw Rafi at school. Since Rafi was new, no one talked to him. The boys in the class called him 'the new kid', the girls stayed away. Rimi bravely stepped forward. "I really like your guitar playing," she said. Rafi smiled. "Thank you. You are the first person here to hear my song. Days passed. Rimi and Rafi became friends. Rafi taught him the guitar, Rimi read him parts of his diary. One day, Rafi said, "You write so beautifully, everyone should read these." Rimi shook her head. "No one will read my writing."

"Read it," Rafi insisted. "We have an annual school magazine. Submit it there."

Rimi is scared at first. But Rafi encourages her. Together they select some parts from Rimi's diary, arrange them, and submit them to the magazine committee. At first, no one cares. But when Rimi's writing is published, everyone looks at her with new eyes. Teachers praise her, classmates want to talk to her. Even Sumana says, "You really write well, Rimi!"

One day, Rimi's father also reads the work she writes for the school magazine. That night, after a long time, he comes to Rimi's house. "You wrote very beautifully," he says. Tears well up in Rimi's eyes. His father hugs him. "If your mother were alive, she would be very proud."

His father also says, "I know, I don't spend enough time with you. But I will try from today."

Today, Rimi is standing by the window again. But this time, he is not alone. Rafi is playing the guitar next to him, his father is sitting behind. Rimi understands that through the window of the mind, not only can you see the outside world, but sometimes light also enters through that window.

Outside the window, the first stars have appeared in the evening sky. Rimi smiles. From today, a new story will be written in her diary—a story that contains not only sadness, but also friendship, the love of family, and the joy of finding herself.

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