They say ,lucky are the ones who have a tree,right outside their window! Often each other witness the raw emotions, perhaps by the other side of the window. May be they feel like giving a warm hug during their lows,wipe out the tears and a be in the shoes of a silent listener. The one sees other growing old,with seasons changing and with the flavour of each form. Sometimes warm like a sun,even other times like a dead winter cold. They talk in solitude,they stare at each other,they thank each other for existing,at the right place. They don't reveal much about their partnership,you know,they fear about the jinx. They wait eagerly for the fresh beginnings,to a different new story to be shared. May be different from what they have watched from the other side of the window. They slowly merge into one soul,with a common interest. The glass breaks off ,the grills disappear! Quiet sometimes they stare at each other,in a void ,seeking for a validation, without any subject. They ...