What is most amusing and can happen only in India is that the most posh and big households that I’ve seen in Mumbai, the ‘big city’, will have their balconies and windows festooned with rows of baniyans and tauliyas hanging on them.
Actions are the doors and windows of being. Unless we act, we have no way of knowing what we are
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors –
Tall windows show Infinity; And, hard reality, The candles weep and pry and dance Like lives mocked at by Chance. The rooms are vast as Sleep within; When once I ventured in, Chill Silence, like a surging sea, Slowly enveloped me.
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own.
Don’t throw stones at your neighbors, if your own windows are glass.