Bed room desctiption - bharat.

The room rests at the end of a staircase. In the evenings when the corridors are dark, the room might almost go unnoticed if not for the little smear of fluorescent escaping the bottom of the door. The latch is slightly dented with faint marks of silver running across its black-brown surface. Inside, the room is pink and it hurts the eye to look at it. The color itself seems to eat up the light, almost like a black hole. Or maybe it is the emptiness of the walls. The window for most of the time remains shut. Being the only window in the room, it faces the sun directly and lights up the room like a flare in the daytime. And at night, mosquitoes and insects make it a necessity to keep it shut. The room could really use some more ventilation. Large part of the room, which in itself is not so large, is covered with cheap rugs that have been spread out like patches and over it lays a guitar case, two bags, a pillow and a blanket. The bed is too much of a mess. Piles of clothes and other stuff which is hard to categorize but includes books, water bottles and bottles are overflowing out of it. At the foot of the bed stands an aqua colored cupboard that hardly has any space for itself. One might have to be on the bed to actually open and use it. The table next to the cupboard has a dustbin underneath and a table lamp on top that does not work. Few spider webs are brewing around it. The only saving grace for the room seems to be the second door that opens out onto the balcony. Though, even that can be opened only for the short hours of the evening for the same reason as the window next to it. Overall the room is the size of a matchbox with everything packed into it and clearly there remains hardly any space for the owner of these ‘things’ to stay.