...That room which was once her life...an epitome of
The pink and red striped walls, the rectangular wooden bed sheet-ed black and white...
She looked to the right and smiled....The sun still peeped in through the huge french windows, and the mustard spartex floor still shined just like before...A few of her paintings still hanged to the right of the bookshelf.
And a fleet of memories flew in and out, she smelt the cigarette smoke in the air, she smelt love stories on the bed and on the beanbag, she heard her best friend cry sitting on that couch, she saw Shannah, her little kitten sitting on the bed, she saw herself sitting on the window sill on the moonlit nights, and then the old maid who sweeped the floors and the bookshelf to the left, the Shakespeare series stood stranded, dusty and lonely.
She smelt laughter that used to be, she smelt friendship that dwelt, she smelt tears that she had now run out of...she smelt her school uniform in the wardrobe and her school shoes in the shoe rack...and a school bag by the table...a few photos from the school excursion, still stuck on the glass of the wardrobe..
No more did her best friends make love on that bed, no more did Rishi sit and cry on that couch after losing his brother, and no more did they all fill up the room with a smell of vodka mixed with toxic laughter and bizarre dreams if taking on the world...She stared all around....the room still was so the same..just that it smelt different...very different...She looked at the hanging photos, sighed, sat on the window sill, took out a cigarette and as the smoke filled in the air again, she looked out at the stars and wondered,'I m home...where could they be ?? Do they still live where they once used to be?? Do they still walk down the backyard streets..do they still call by the little boy's name across the street ?? Do they still live where they used to be'....
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