The Window Seat
SCENE 0: “THE POEM AT THE WINDOW” – PRESENT DAY INT. ROOHI’S OLD BEDROOM – DUSK The room is dim, golden light filtered through lace curtains. Dust dances in the dying sunlight. A faint murmur of street vendors outside. A diary lies open on Roohi’s lap. Roohi (late 20s), her hair tied loosely, skin glowing from the warmth of the setting sun, sits by her childhood window. Her knees curled, her head against the grill. She begins to speak — or perhaps think aloud. Her voice is soft but unshakable. A poem. A memory. A whisper into the wind. --- ROOHI (V.O.) When you set the sun for me, it rises for my beloved. When the moon lights my way, I say to it... as you rise again in a distant land... Take my words of love, Tears of yearning, Kisses I blow into the air, Oh! let the ether around us carry it all to my beloved. Darling Moon! As you shine on in the lands that house my precious, Let your light shine those honey eyes that peered into my very being, Wanting me await his touch for a lifetime...
