ROOM NO. 102
Room No. 102
After a tiring evenings work i enter my room n what i see can only be seen in either bollywood movies or in my worst of dreams.My room had been stormed by someone or i should say by plenty of people.all my suitcases n bags r open.the bedsheet is fighting to stay on top of the matress.people might think at this point that it could have been for my belongings or money but tht is where u go all wrong.the only thing missin out of all my belongings were precious besan ladooes* n mathi wich my mother had lovingly prepared for me.suddenly umang(my roommate )enters the room.he is a tall n well built guy who is rather louder then one should probably be.i almost have had a clash with him in the morning n all tis just made me more mad.i enquire bout wht the hell had happened here.he laughs in his histling tone of his n says well dude seems like our room has been stormed by our mates.i just nod my head in disbeleif of the extent of tis wilderness and try to bring some sanity to my room.just as i m done its 8 pm.official time for dinner.as my room is on the ground floor it automatically becomes the dinning room when the mess is either full or thrs is a long queue for chapattis*.unluckily tht evening my room had to be changed to the dining room.i think bout it now n it feels nice.how many times in your life does one have dinner with room filled wid ur frnds like crazy.everyones just sittin where thr is a slightest bit of space trying to make as much room as one can for other fellows to come in.on popular demand i just play hotel california the famous eagles song on my computer but have to face repulsion from the heavy metal lovers.also i m being thwarted for not having as good a set of speakers as they have liked.nehow i just get lost into myself thinking that its just one of those days .tired i was before but now exhausted i lay on my bed as everyone just finished dinner n quietly goes out of my room.it had been a very tough n a really rough day for me.sumhow i just start thinking bout who the person behind kimssingh really is.
After a tiring evenings work i enter my room n what i see can only be seen in either bollywood movies or in my worst of dreams.My room had been stormed by someone or i should say by plenty of people.all my suitcases n bags r open.the bedsheet is fighting to stay on top of the matress.people might think at this point that it could have been for my belongings or money but tht is where u go all wrong.the only thing missin out of all my belongings were precious besan ladooes* n mathi wich my mother had lovingly prepared for me.suddenly umang(my roommate )enters the room.he is a tall n well built guy who is rather louder then one should probably be.i almost have had a clash with him in the morning n all tis just made me more mad.i enquire bout wht the hell had happened here.he laughs in his histling tone of his n says well dude seems like our room has been stormed by our mates.i just nod my head in disbeleif of the extent of tis wilderness and try to bring some sanity to my room.just as i m done its 8 pm.official time for dinner.as my room is on the ground floor it automatically becomes the dinning room when the mess is either full or thrs is a long queue for chapattis*.unluckily tht evening my room had to be changed to the dining room.i think bout it now n it feels nice.how many times in your life does one have dinner with room filled wid ur frnds like crazy.everyones just sittin where thr is a slightest bit of space trying to make as much room as one can for other fellows to come in.on popular demand i just play hotel california the famous eagles song on my computer but have to face repulsion from the heavy metal lovers.also i m being thwarted for not having as good a set of speakers as they have liked.nehow i just get lost into myself thinking that its just one of those days .tired i was before but now exhausted i lay on my bed as everyone just finished dinner n quietly goes out of my room.it had been a very tough n a really rough day for me.sumhow i just start thinking bout who the person behind kimssingh really is.
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