Room (above and first below)My room is fifth, left, in a line of doors and passage. Im happy to say that its big enough to fit a tyrannosaurus’s left or right butt cheek. Its square with clothes thrown to either side. Two small tables separate my bed from my roommate’s bed to the left. If shes not at home like now, the mess extends to her bed as well. Lie on my bed, and you can see a loft above you. Under you is a purple bed spread and a big white cloud I use for cover. Sit up to find just a small open space between the door pane and the outside, which I use to sometimes get a preview of whose coming toward my room. If you’ve stuck your back to the wall like me, you’ll know, that gives you the additional three percent of privacy you need.
My room and bathroom have yellow or green bulbs. The bathroom however on and off, smells like coconut ice cream and strawberry shower crème. All this yellow might explain my now cured insomnia. My windows have cheap looking red and light yellow coloured curtains hanging from them, overlooking the local park and the annoying screaming of boys playing basketball, with rubbish like “hit it” or “bang it hard/low” and then there’s the classic “sexy ball” if they score a dunk. This starts from six in the morning to eight at night with one lunch break on holidays.
The smell, if you’re wondering, is coming from the little passage interruption of a square space; we have to call a kitchen. I consider the kitchen an extension of my room owed to my steadily improving cooking skills.
This is my room, where everything happens, where I live breathe and grow.
My room and bathroom have yellow or green bulbs. The bathroom however on and off, smells like coconut ice cream and strawberry shower crème. All this yellow might explain my now cured insomnia. My windows have cheap looking red and light yellow coloured curtains hanging from them, overlooking the local park and the annoying screaming of boys playing basketball, with rubbish like “hit it” or “bang it hard/low” and then there’s the classic “sexy ball” if they score a dunk. This starts from six in the morning to eight at night with one lunch break on holidays.
The smell, if you’re wondering, is coming from the little passage interruption of a square space; we have to call a kitchen. I consider the kitchen an extension of my room owed to my steadily improving cooking skills.
This is my room, where everything happens, where I live breathe and grow.
Obituary
Mitalee was an ordinary human being until she realized her dreams of becoming a successful person and a successful animator. She was 38 years old when she died in a car accident along with the driver, leaving behind an incredibly good looking man of 42 and two children of six and four. She was on her way to the Riverside Inn where John Lesseter was to meet her to discuss her next career move. Her three extra marital affairs were discovered a week ago. She was a conflicted woman who couldn’t settle for one thing for too long, and spent months in different countries in search of something she couldn’t find. She started numerous charity funds for animals. Of her personal life we don’t know much. Her neighbors say that she was an only child but more loved than any other. They also said that she was very mysterious. The kids that lived around and across the street had theories about her being the 2015 serial killer, a CBI agent and an international diamond thief among other things. No one knows how she and her man had that much money. In the end, the few people among thousands, whose life was touched by her, hope that she is finally at peace.
Mitalee, I love the visual description of your room. But you, me and Ramanna need to have discussion how to take you forward in creating visual narratives without losing your "special" touch. At the same time, we need to ask whether you can move out of a certain "default" space into becoming versatile.
ReplyDeleteThe writing is excellent except for the usual grammar-syntax errors that Srishti kids demonstrate to prove a certain lack of knowledge of language skills. But it is sufficiently descriptive and very much your "own".