Bedroom description- Payal

It’s a 2 year old room. I was the first occupant in it, soon after it was built. But it looks as though I have been living in it since ages. It’s on the left corner of the second floor of the building, which is a Paying Guest accommodation. The walls are coloured pink, which is something I noticed only recently, when my friends starting making fun of it! It has got its own ambient sounds - of traffic, barking dogs and not to miss, the clucking sounds of the chickens about to be slaughtered in the shop just down the lane. The room has 3 windows covered with thin and again, pink curtains, making it all bright and difficult for me, when I want that extra hour of sleep on a lazy Sunday morning. Just as one enters, the walls are covered with fancy posters left behind by my ex-roommate. Further inside the walls are completely blank and it is easily recognisable that it’s my side of the room. The two beds are aligned with the two opposite walls and 2 study tables placed adjacent to each other, against the windows, with enough space left in between for my small light table. The ambience of my room changes in the night, with soft yellow light from my wooden lamp placed on my study table, filling the room and Dido crooning from the speakers just kept next to my lamp - about that secret love that she will die of but never declare.
There is one small cane rack placed next to my study table, occupied by a coffee maker, various books and CDs and a spike buster for all my electric appliances. Above that is a soft board hanging on the wall filled with various reminders for the ease of my short term memory. Adjacent to the rack is another cane rack filled with old files, copies, registers, sketch books, a pencil stand and few grade sheets somewhere, cornered beside my bed. Between the two racks is my laundry basket overflowing with clothes by the end of every weekend.
A shoe rack is consciously standing right next to the door so that the outsiders get a hint to take off their shoes before coming into the room. Beside the bathroom door is my almirah, most of the times locked since all the clothes I need are usually outside on the other bed.
Evidently this room remains a home for all my thoughts and a good night’s sleep.