The Window Man


IDLE MUSER (aka Aditi)

Dear reader, before I start narrating you this fragile segment of my life, I’d implore you to not judge me for any of my then thoughts and feelings. Yet, if the urge keeps on pricking you, and doesn’t go away, try to use that judgement over the circumstances that I was thrust into.


It was a normal day. I donned the casual white shirt and jean, and headed towards the airport. I prefer to be before time, especially at the places like airport, but that day I feared if I would be able to make it even on time. Yet, somehow, I managed to board my flight, and wasn’t one of those unlucky ones, who have to wave a goodbye to their own plane.

Now this was the phase, in which, obviously, nobody would be interested in. Neither do I expect you to be. But this is the bit of…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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