The Kitchen Window

Occasionally I look out of my kitchen window only to find an alluring view of pretty cloud formations.



Or there's always the colours of the setting sun, if you're not too into clouds. The blend of orange and blue at dusk is perfect! So romantic, even though it's always just me alone at the window sill.

I would say the nicest spot at home would be by the kitchen window. It's nice to look at the neighbourhood from an aerial perspective. And then just think about this and that, you know.

But most of the time I'm just enjoying the sight. It's very calming to just look at the clouds, passing vehicles and moving people.

Oh, and there are two trees just right in front that house a gazillion mynahs, which will flock in during dusk. It's really amazing how one tree can accommodate so many mynahs!

I remember when I first moved in, which was at least 10 years ago, the incessant chirping of trees full of mynahs during dawn and dusk was almost unbearable. But I just kinda got used to it. In fact, now I think that the chirping brings much life to the neighbourhood.

I also remember feeding pigeons from my twelfth storey kitchen window. You know, I just leave like a piece of bread or something and pigoens will just come and peck at it. It's actually quite gross to be so close to pigeons.

There was one rainy day when I came home from school or something, then I discovered a drenched pigeon perched on a bamboo pole in the kitchen! I was damned frantic at the time! A drenched pigeon leh! How disgusting is that?

It's also really fun to hurl things out of the kitchen window sometimes. See the object fall twelve storeys down. Very interesting what. I used to time how long it took for something to reach the ground.

I know, killer litter. But it's not like I hurl flower pots or anything. Simply for fun, I have thrown slices of bread, wedges of watermelon, and other soft fruits out of the window. Organic stuff only. They need to be degradable once they reach the grass patch on ground floor.

Furthermore, the cats, crows, pigeons and mynahs in the neighbourhood eats all the stuff that I throw out anyways. It's gratifying to see cats rushing out from below the block to check out whatever's landed on the grass patch.

And the watermelon! When I hear watermelon, I instantaneously think of mynahs. Don't mynahs love watermelons? So I'll usually take a couple of bites of my slice of watermelon and then hurl it into one of the trees. Tried and tested, the wedge of melon never reaches the grass patch, but gets stuck in the tree. All the better for the mynahs, don't you think?

Voila! The Kitchen Window.