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It was a cold December day,  she ran across her department corridor in search of some faint sun rays which escaped out of those dusty Windows. She hated damp places . Her throat was sore from fever and her eyes had transformed into fire balls. She stood leaning by the window unaware of how time ticked away, time just flew whenever she stood there for she felt she could never have enough of it.

That was what she did everyday during those boring break hours. Her friends wanted to drag her away to catch some fresh air but she preferred not to for they little knew what made that dusty window corner her favourite spot,  it had sunshine and a view that she wanted her heart to hold. The window overlooked a tiny island in midst of a pond which was home to a herd of rabbits who were nonchalant to the world around them. Each passing day, the window brought her closer to their world.

Winter slowly slipped away into spring, the tiny rabbits stopped basking under the sun. They started keeping themselves to their burrows and she started missing that familiar sight. Summer slowly took away the charm of backing under the sun and it became unbearable to stand by that old familiar window.

Projects and assignments slowly drew her towards a mechanised world where she had to function as a robot to get her grades right. It was almost winter again when she started to long to be by that window but by now her university days were over and she had headed home.

Her window didn't promise her of that view which she held so dear and while she knew that the rabbits must have long been gone, her adamant heart fed itself a make believe, it sought recluse in those memories by that dusty window corner where life precisely happened.

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