Kahoryao's room.

The whole house looks like a butterscotch ice cream. The colour of the house, which I am sure, once cream is no longer quite the style statement as it might have been. My room is no different. The room is on the ground floor of a dilapidating house. The room is approximately 10 * 8m. Standing at the doorway you can see two steel almirahs, two beds, two tables, two chairs and two people obviously. As you come through the blue coloured door, one of the two almirahs will greet you coldly; this is lined up against the right adjacent wall. There is a light bulb above the almirah, the switch of which still eludes us. Right next to the almirah is one of the beds, which runs along the wall. There is a small window at the end of that wall but we no longer try to open it, it's probably rust, we think. A thick but bright coloured curtain hides it. On the wall above the bed is an arbid collage, consisting of posters of varying sizes, sketches, shapes etc. Beside that bed and along the second wall is a study table from which the drawers are missing, and hopefully, have been put to a better use. I still cannot imagine anyone even bothering to steal it. The table holds nothing out of the ordinary, an alarm clock I never use, a water bottle which I cannot live without, a pen stand which doesn’t hold any pen, and an external hard drive (at the moment). To go along with the table is a chair that is mundane blue in colour. Above the table is a big window approximately 2m in length, which again after much futile effort we cannot open. We therefore thought it best if we curtained the window. Beside the table is the second bed. This bed lines up along the third wall and at the foot end of it is the second table that also holds a chair, and the chair holds more clothes than all the almirahs combined, giving the almirahs a run for their money I imagine. This table like the other one is missing the drawers. A lot of ‘creative generation’ happens at this table. Above the table is the switch for the fan and the only source of light beside the window, a tube light. Right next to the table is the second almirah that stares at the first almirah. Beside the almirah, on the fourth wall where the door is, two inbuilt shelves protrude which fills up the room even more spatially. The shelves hold materials we care less about and would not lose a night’s sleep if we lose anything from it. The centrepiece is a humble purple rug, which is barely visible due to it's lack in size. The room does not have a radio or a television but is always overflowing with music playing from either of our laptops. I wonder what it would have to say about the occupants if the room were not an inanimate object... hmmm... maybe it does....