View from Your Bedroom Window — Descriptive Essay

“It’s an earthquake!” I screamed, jumping off the bed. The culprit however was the vibrating mobile alarm placed under my pillow. Switching off the alarm, I realised that it was a Sunday and not another hectic day of school. Grudgingly I stood up like a languid zombie, with my eyes half closed stifling a yawn.

Drawing the curtain of my window, I saw a steady beam of bright sunlight, stream into my room, located on the second floor overlooking a park. As I opened the window the enchanting aroma of the Rajnigandha wafted in, with the cool morning breeze which invigorated me instantly. I stretched my body heaving a sigh of relief, for being spared the daily routine of preparing for school.

“It’s going to be a great day” I said to myself, as I looked at the clear blue sky. The sunlight was softly illuminating the street below, piercing the thin layer of the winter fog that floated on the horizon. The chirping of the gauriya bird and the fluttering of pigeons, from one tree to the other, was divine music to my ears.

Looking beyond the trees that bordered the park, I saw people doing their morning exercises. It was fun watching elderly men and women doing yoga in one corner of the park. The instructor’s counting “One, two, three, inhale, exhale”, made me also count unconsciously. In the middle of the park children were playing badminton. The tiny tots were having the time of their life, just shouting, running around, and rolling on the grass. They were however in for a rude shock, when the yoga group as part of their laughter therapy, burst into bouts of laughter, which concluded their morning exercise.

In the afternoon the sun shone brightly overhead. The street beyond the park wore a deserted look. Occasionally few cars passed by blowing the horn to ward off the children cycling on the road. The serenity was occasionally disturbed by hawkers hawking their wares.

At sunset the sky in the horizon turned deep orange, as the sun hid itself behind the tall buildings, handing over the sky to the moon. With the shadow of darkness fast approaching people switched on the lights in the flats on the other side of the park. The streetlights and twinkling glow signs on the street, made the sight beautiful and sublime. The dark sky was looked mysterious, with bright shining stars stretching till eternity. A sudden gust of cold wind made me reluctantly close the window and draw the curtains, to a wonderful day spent on savouring the beauty of nature.

I have never been a great admirer of nature. However, the view from my window that Sunday morning changed my perspective. It was the most unforgettable experience of my life. I would forever cherish the scenic beauty of dawn, the fluttering tree, the chirping birds, and the general bonhomie spirit of the adult and children, that was contagious and inspiring.