Zigzag Lines

  There is a window in my room which is not too big and not too small. I often sit in front of my room’s window because it helps me think broadly and differently. It is a window that shows me different and unusual things opposite my small and well-constructed home.   I see well-organized things, a neat floor, the painted walls and a strong roof over my head. I open the fridge, take whatever I want to eat and drink. I press taps, then water whirled out; I press the button then the fan starts to move swiftly to provide me air without any difficulty. It looks everything is in my control, and I am the master of everything here.  But when I slide up window’s glass frames, I always get mesmerized to see a never-ending broad and blue roof where I see small delicate creatures. These creatures are spread everywhere and every inch of that blue roof. The roof, which is different from my room’s ceiling, is a roof of these small but mighty creatures.  Whenever I open this magical window, th