My Bedroom

Integrative Seminar Week 2- 13/01/20

Here is the revised version of my write up on my bedroom:

Home is never the same without my bedroom in it.

It’s the way a nap eventually ends up as a long sleep on only that one bed in my room. I’ve always been a sleepy head in my life and can literally fall asleep anywhere but trust me, on that one bed, it’s different.

Then there is my blanket, the softest gift from my mom that carries my essence in it. And now that I am away from my home, whenever I feel overwhelmed or miss my family, I wrap myself in the same blanket to feel home and relieved.  Every time I can literally close my eyes while I am wrapped in it and feel the warmth of ‘maa’ and feel miserable but also feel glad to have her. It even makes me realise how lucky I am to have her as my guide in my life and how much I love her.

The wall of my room that have recorded the years of my life, highlighting the best ones on it. Not all of them are the picture of my family, I already have them in the hall. There is one with my close friends of my 18^th birthday, then there is one with my best friend whom I miss everyday as now I have shifted to Mumbai, then there is one family picture as it is must, then one of myself from Australia and few more picked out from the precious moments of my life to remember.

There are these blue and purple shelves that hold the gifts from the best ones and reminds me how ugly life would have been without them in it. And it’s difficult to see them as for now I’m not in touch with a few of them, and it hurts but reminds also reminds me of the happy times with them.

There are all these sorts of stuff like headphones, rubix cube, spectacles, etc. that belongs to my brother which is always there on my bed side table, whenever I think about it, it reminds me of how naught that little kid is, how he has annoyed me all these years, how untidy and unorganized he is and even how he brings happiness in my life and now that I am away, I forget all the fights and negative things I had with him and only realise how much he means to me and how I can not even imagine to live a life without him.

The six feet teddy that my sister gifted me on my 15^th birthday after literally begging here for it. It has always been there at my corner of the room waiting for me to relax on it and feel relieved when the day is finally over. Being a gift from my sister it reminded me of her and gave me comfort of here being there for me always when she was away for higher studies. I miss that teddy with all my heart and I wish it was here in Bombay with me.

Then the study table of my room that has accompanied me always and knows how I’ve struggled to conquer what I am capable of and fulfil my parent’s dreams. It was there when I failed my pre-boards exams and was also there for me when I scored 94% and made my parents proud.  

And lastly, it’s the window that completes my bedroom, through which the warm sunlight wakes me up every day and makes me wonder how wonderful but messy life is and this is when I look out of it and stand curious of what future holds for me and how glad I am to be at that one place where I feel peaceful.