Question

Write a composition (350 – 400 words) on the following: 

Describe in detail the view from your bedroom window. Does your room overlook a park? A busy street? What are the sights, sounds, and smells that you would typically see, hear, and experience at different times of the day? What do you most enjoy about the view? Early in the morning, in the evening, or late at night?

Answer 1

The window of my bedroom was an opening to various scenes at different times of the day. I could sit for hours together at the window and enjoy the diverse sights, sounds, and smells. It was a holiday, and I didn’t have to go out anywhere, so the whole day I decided to enjoy myself.
At 6 a.m., my eyes opened to the chirping of the birds and the early sunrise, spreading its different shades of red and yellow on the horizon of the sky. It was a treat for the eyes and the soul. The fresh and pure air blowing into the room filled me with freshness and spirit. I rushed to the window to hungrily inhale some more of it. Surprisingly, many people were in the park across the street from my house, even on an early Sunday morning. Some walked, some exercised, and a few did yoga. A group of children had come prepared with their cricket and badminton kits. I felt a little guilty that people were working hard to maintain their health and hygiene, and I had just gotten out of bed. Seeing smiling flowers and the dew drops on the petals of roses and marigolds was an absolute pleasure. The gardener, too, was up and doing his work of taking care of the various beds. Of flowers, plucking the unwanted weeds, watering the plants, and priming and trimming the hedges.
On the road, I could see the movement of the people who had started their work early in the morning. The milkman, the newspaper hawker, and the peddlers were selling vegetables, fruits, groceries, articles, etc. A Sunday or a Monday made no difference. They had no holiday, and supplies had to be made to meet the demands. The sweepers were busy doing their work diligently. The tractors, too, were on duty, picking up the garbage collected in heaps at intervals on both sides of the street.
The scene in the park and on the street changed as time passed. Most of the people from the park had returned to their homes, and just a few latecomers could be seen hurrying up with their exercises. There was a little less rush on the street because it was a Sunday. People were going to various places of worship. Many autorickshaws, cycle rickshaws, pedestrians, buses, and other transport vehicles were plying the street.
However, as the day progressed, the scene outside my window took a different turn. The once serene streets were now filled with the cacophony of honking horns and the frenzy of vehicles darting in every direction. It was as if a mad race was underway, or perhaps everyone was desperately fleeing from a mythical dragon.
In the evening, with the lights on everywhere, it seemed that the festival of lights, Diwali, had arrived. The park, the street, the shops, and the house were all illuminated with bulbs and LED lights. People were rushing to finish their work and return home. The birds in the sky were moving in groups back to their nests. The insects were buzzing around, making a whistling sound right below my window. The scene from my bedroom window at different times of the day is a delightful time pass, keeping me busy when I wish to relax and do nothing much of importance.