Today I am really happy to write about something very close to me, “My Room”, about which I had never thought, I would ever write.
Can you believe I have spent almost 20 years in my room. From the days of my bed wetting till the day I felt like a grown up girl, who always made a freaky face looking herself in the big mirror hanging on the wall.
I still remember the entrance of my room, the wooden door, the book shelf and also the cute little moments when mumma used to peep into my room to check whether I was studying or sleeping.
In the left side of my room there was a big table, which I think was “my master mind” as most of the tricky ideas I got when I sat on it.
The most fascinating thing about my room was the large window which opened to our kitchen garden having a huge banyan tree because of which I always felt that the atmosphere of my room changed with every season.
During my summer holidays, I spent most of my time decorating the walls of my room with newspaper cutting giving it a collage effect. I had decorated the other side of my room’s wall with a picture of four chickens, which I made specifically keeping in mind my three sisters to feel their presence always.
The walls of my room were getting spoiled with my creativity. My father usually looked at me with weird expressions when he saw those anti-wall elements like fevicol, oil colours etc being used on the wall.
The most comfortable thing of my room was my bed, set in the middle of the room. And how can I forget those two lizards “black and obnoxious” who were my all time companions.
I have always been a kid who enjoyed watching television a lot. Frankly speaking watching the idiot-box too much makes us a little insane and on top of that my favorite category was ‘horror, crime;. As a result I used to imagine the shadow of banyan tree falling on the walls of my room to some ghostly figure..
I still remember my birthdays, when I used to decorate my room with lots of balloons before my relatives came and I always thought that I decorated it in the most beautiful way than anybody else. I know those were my childhood days but my feelings were really true am still so close to my room more than my house. even today I don’t like sharing my room or its cupboard with anyone, it is not the selfish part of me but I would say that I just share a beautiful relationship with my room though it may sound abstract but is true.,
But truly speaking, I really miss my room. Today I am not in my hometown but those memories are still fresh in my mind. My room is the only witness of all those happy moments spent during my childhood and It has always been a part of my sad and unhappy moments too. I want to relive those moments again. Today I desperately want to go back to my home and be oneself in my room.
