In the midst of a mischievous walk, a dark, small and square window grabbed curious eyes. Blended with the darkness, it seemed unfriendly to an immature mind, but a mysterious figure jammed the marching steps. Babyish sagacity rapidly exploded, transformed, malformed; yet, confusion was ripe. The body was frozen like a bear on a snowy Himalayas slopes with prying eyes removing all clear images; in hope to rush dry heart. I felt it was just a wild imagination but instantly the images began to move. I assured myself it wasn't a fancy dream but it was real, and I vowed to solve my confusion along waking steps. An uncommon mystery seeped into an ordinary life. An unknown wind roughly drifted me away. I took it seriously, avoiding laughter of peers, materialistic hut's strict rules and fear too.

Later that evening, the whole city was lighting, thanks to it being light of festivals 'Laxmi Puja'.( Nepalese and Indian origin people celebrate ' A festival of lights' called 'Deepawali' in the month of Kartik ,Nepalese calendar: in October). My mom was completely busy with the Puja preparation. Soon, our garden was alit with the Diyos(Candle of mustard oil), candle lights that she had lighted. I looked around with lazy eyes bright lights illuminating each. I hated my thoughts of the mysterious image, which had made me a curious wanderer. I tried to help my mom but she insisted me to stay idle. Dark sky gazed miserable soul and I was getting irk because all of my friends were outside of their houses to have a big party. My fallen face made my mom to let me go out. Pushing my drowsy vein I move out.
One of my friends called out, "Wait. Where are you going? Don't you want to join our Deusi(A very old traditional dancing party) group?, everyone is waiting for you"
I was ignoring him and walking along the lighted streets. Looking at the lighted lamps and candles, I felt walking on the kingdom of light. Though not hungry, I sat near a sweet shop. The window was blank and dark. Unknown image covered a part, it was visible due to the lights aside it. I stared at that object for a while and anxiety broke the complex silence. The shop owner was busy serving different flavors of sweet. It looked delicious. Thirsty, I walked to the shop owner.
"What do you want?" the shop owner asked. I shook my head asking him instead,
"Uncle, Can I ask you something?" He halted his important work, stared and continued working. He placed a pack of sweets on the cupboard. He stretched bamboo arms; wiped rough face using old palm; combed white hairs and yawned. At last, my turn came. He asked with red eyes,
"What's up with you?"
I mumbled, "Who watches from that window?" His face turned as like that of a fireplace he prepares his sweets.
"A girl" he said hesitatingly. I knew that before, guessed it along, and spoke in delight, "Who's she?" What's her name? In which school does she study?" I asked many questions at the same time. Then he began to snigger and spoke seriously,
"She's the daughter of a witch. Now go home child, it's getting late." I checked my watch. It was really late. I rushed back home with a quick glance at that window and the word 'witch' and 'witch's daughter' reverberating my ears continuous.

My cousin sister, was jumping up and down, looked at me curiously and signaled to go over to her, it was really late.... "What is it?" She asked angrily.
"Where have you been? Mom is very furious and anxious about you. Let's go inside" she said. I tried to stop my mom angry for being so chatter as soon as I entered home. I really realized something that day, I hardly knew anything about the formation of clouds, volcanic eruption, lightening, etc., but I had understood that girl's hearts are so emotional, caring, great admirer of love and attachment. That day I learnt my mom was the same. Unknowingly I exclaimed, "Girls are so powerful than boys really" My cousin sister's big, black round marble eyes were looking at ready to devour me. Instead she punched me. "Oh God!, they all are really angry with me, it's better to stay smiling whatever they will ask" I thought. My mom was cooking in the kitchen but shouted at me in anger after my arrival at home,
"Is this time to come home? Don't you know this is a special day for all of us? Where have you been?" I looked at her in innocence and shame. I laughed without emitting any sounds. All of us rested on the feast room, everyone was taking their meals and singing very beautiful folks songs. Magnificent, clumsy, wonderful, but boring was the atmosphere for me because a window girl was in my mind. I was quite but the environment wasn't. From my childhood, I was indifferent to everything. I was lost again wondering how she must have looked like 'A window girl…' and why? And how? The complexion of her eyes, skin, and the things that would appeal her crowded my mind. I fooled over the plate, full of delicacies I realized that I had fallen in love with her 'The girl in the window... I tried to reason out whether it was an infatuation or love, since I had heard that 'infatuation is the beginning of love'. I remembered the previous incidents and only one question struck me. Then I asked to my mother,
"Mom, what does 'witch' mean?" she revealed her dislike. She patted my arms and said,
"An evil person" resuming her work she asked me,
"Why do you think these things these days? You better profit the festival my boy!"
"Witch, an evil person…" I really didn't come out from this word that my mom said. I hugged my blanket in anger and fear. At the same time she seemed normal like anybody else! I looked outside my room. It was raining. I covered my face after seeing the lightning. The most powerful one struck me and it broke the doors of iron-heart. I wept. No one found that I loved one of the evils. I choked in my sleep with a dream of meeting this 'an evil person'.

White clouds stared at my tired eyes with pity. I moved from its sight, as I didn't possess the power to confront powers: darkness loomed at my eyes and I fell down in darkness. My ears heard peace and I could only hear the murmur of winds and tingle of bangles. I was feeling strange, someone was telling me something. I could feel its vibration but the reason wasn't clear. I was unable to figure out neither its source nor its appearance. Soft cloth soaked in water was touching my forehead and I was feeling cool and better. With all the power I could muster, I tried to open my eyelid but I failed. Then I felt someone touching my hands. I did not let go the soft touch of the mysterious hands feeling energized and renewed. Soon I opened my eyes to find that I was not at my home instead the room looked like a closet. I saw sunlight was passing through a small square window. The room was fascinating decorated with strange things. I looked around and I jumped back because there I saw her. She looked of my age. She was wearing a white long skirt, well complemented with her golden bracelet. Her lips and cheeks looked as red as an apple in her fair complexion. Her eyes were small but so beautiful. She was simply enchanting. I looked her in shock and oblivion. And then I tried to speak to her,
"Where am I?" She was smiling at me, and then she replied,
"In your dream land" Though confused, I convinced myself that I had not been kidnapped because of that girl's behavior. And then, maybe that girl was trying to inspect my instinct, fear or trying to seduce me. I observed that thing again and assured myself that I was wrong in my thoughts. I asked her rudely,
"Who are you? What do you want to do with me? I'll call my mother and you'll be punished after she arrives here" She began to laugh highly; I could not help myself too and laugh along. I again thought of seduction,
"Feelings!! No no… this is out of our world. Any way I was somehow a crazy person to feel different things" I assured myself of thinking that. Suddenly she touched me and said,
"I'm a window girl, your window girl" I thought it was just a dream and told her to pinch me once, she did so and it was clear that it was reality. I looked at her face and asked,
"How did I come here?" She narrated the whole incident. I had fainted while returning my home, which she had seen and took me to her home. I felt grateful to both her and my weakness. Irrationality took over and I let my emotions flow in being with the one I loved. She was lost in my words but shook her head and started to say,
"We're never meant to stay here, it's just asylum, it's a way to understand humans so what if I'm a witch but love is everywhere even inside us, so let your dreams die and I'll tell you the secret to make our love blossom without expulsion from this present society and lifestyle". What a beautiful thoughts she had... I agreed and listened carefully, she said again,
"Every year, at the time of festival you'll able to meet me!" She laughed faintly. I was about to touch her hands but my eyelids grew heavy and the images dimmed till I finally became unconscious.
"Raja, wake up! Don't you remember that we've to go to our relatives for celebration?" I was disturbed by my mom's voice and awoke. Whole the morning I was feeling happy and preparing to meet her again and again. Life seemed beautiful.

I waited day after day, month after month, losing myself in the beauty of nature, and at last the day arrived, 'a festival of lights'. Like before, I moved out from my home, sat in that sweet shop, and looked at the window to watch my window girl. Window was glowing and after some time, I found myself in the rain of dreaming history, looking at the window I found myself so special and felt that the best dream could get bitter test on real thoughts. I was still feeling her words as she's just sitting in front of me and telling all her story to me. But night had begun to fall. I was watching that window whole the night, remembering all her words and willing to see her once again. The morning came out with its daily routine, sun went down as usual. I was staying there to see her once at any cost but that window never opened. My soul was weeping by drops of deepest words:

Thinking aside in the corner of your empty window
Feeling the cold wind alone through moon’s soundless shadow
All my passion has gone with your breathe away
Hence, in the dim narrow road of this village
I am sleeping in the drop of rain
Wondering, if I find one day your face again
No, never come in my thought until you are sure to stay long
All the dreams can not be a perfect love song
The garden of my precious flower may die lack of your magic spirit
All I need your blossom’s song in your red lips
Keeping your whisky voice inside, I am still searching you from every angle
But, you just took away my world with you...my window girl.

-Written by Simon Rimal