It’s a small 4m by 4m room. The walls that once used to give off a bright shade of white are now dull and dusty. The color is faded into a very light combination of off-white and grey. A few cobwebs are dangling from ceiling, some at corners. The floor tiles have several scratches. The clean part of the floor can only be seen around its center while the dust lurks in the corners. The top of the skirting now has a dark grey shade and the doors are a tone darker.
There are few sketches and paintings stuck on the wall, some of them half-fallen, besides which there are several remnants of cello tape. The time table stuck on the wardrobe door is left halfway. The orange-colored bed and dressing table are crammed in one half of the room. On the other side, a blue study table blocking half the wardrobe is placed. The keyboard on the stand is shoved in a corner beside it. Its cover, like everything else, is turning grey from black.
There are things, right from books to moisturizers to water bottles, lying everywhere where there is space; not an inch of the top of dresser, study table are visible to the eye. The bed is the only available space.
It’s a tiny room. The white walls are now tarnished, retired from their former brightness. There are cobwebs dangling from the ceiling. The floor tiles look like they’ve gone through abrasion. There is dust accumulated in the corner areas. The top of the skirting has a grayish hue to it.
The wall has a few pencil sketches and acrylic paintings stuck on it. There are remnants of cello tape where the ghosts of other paintings look alive. The timetable stuck on the wall is left unfinished. The hideous orange-colored bed and dressing table are crammed in one half of the room. On the other side, the dreadful blue study table blocking half the wardrobe is placed. The keyboard on the stand is shoved in a corner beside it. Its cover, like everything else, is turning grey from black.
All kinds of things, right from books to toothpicks to moisturizers to water bottles, are scattered on the furniture platforms. Apparently, the bed is the only available space.
The bed, study, dresser, synthesizer, all are crammed into a tiny space. There is stuff ranging from pens, pencils, books to moisturizers, water bottles and bags lying everywhere. The table is so filled that not even an inch of its surface can be seen; besides, it is blocking half the wardrobe. The window has a view of another apartment building and adds more to the room’s claustrophobic nature. The dreary walls display a dull off-white, grayish shade. There are pencil sketches and acrylic paintings stuck to the wall, few of which have fallen away with cello tape left overs on the wall. The to-do calendar on the wardrobe door is left unfinished. The only agreeable area here is the bed. The bed on which one lie and slide into a deep slumber.