There is a cosy exhibition of memories in mind for escaping. The exhibition theme- brilliant moments. A happy place to breathe and keep at it. A shelter from the shimmering anxiety, the creeping sadness and raining thoughts. It is warm and hosts solace.
My exhibition is more of a messy room filled with goods. The glow-in-dark stars on the ceiling reflect the moonlit nights, the party on the terrace, and my wishes for shooting stars. The hanging snowflakes steal the beauty of my magical morning.
There is an ongoing Ludo board, ready for me to play with my family at 2 a.m., the spilt uno cards in the bottom with a mix of Monopoly Deal hinting at the pain of joyfully losing. The books filled with flowers and leaves fill the next wall. I often stand close and read the titles. I have forgotten some of the stories, but my heart knows it loved it once and dared not throw it out. The bookshelf is decorated with anime character figurines. From a distance, it looks like a decorated shelf. As you come closer, the genres, colours, and ideas clash. The books and figurines seem to overflow the shelf.
Just next to the shelf, there is a misused drafting table. My drawing skills are limited to copying. My architect sister taught me how to draw. But this drafting table is covered with stacks of papers. The tragic stories that my mind weaves written in them with tear stains.
Turning away, near the window, I can see the trees of the horticulture garden hiding my spot. A piano stands under the window to play my memories. Every key plays its unique sound. If you peek under the piano, there is a drawing of cats on the wall, hidden away from the stares. A swimming bag was tossed, with goggles spilling out.
The dusty old box with stashed away happy memories is under the sofa. The box has beautiful sour memories. The paper stars, infinity signs, barbies, certain books, and a few pieces of jewellery are locked away. Every dusty item gives a short smile that aches me, so I hide them away.
A toy bus always loiters around the room to stumble upon if I don't watch my feet. The fall takes me 1562 km away to Delhi in the school bus of games and jokes. For snacking, the side table near the sofa has my school friend's tiffens and a coffee cup. One Tiffen has pasta, and the others have rolls, rice, and sandwiches. I can watch movies on my projector and have a sweet collection of horror movies. My tablet opened to Pinterest with an f1 feed and cakes. The room's sprinkler is faulty and can go unexpectedly as the rain on my first day.
My happy room is part of me and my smile. I know I can never go back to those moments again. But the magic is knowing that I will make more and more of them. I like how I'm growing up and changing. I love how my room is changing too and holding my old treasures.
Writer's Note- This is my first time writing a room description like this so hope you like it. I love this room though and every piece in it. What's your happy place or favourite memory?
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