My room and other memories

My day begins with "What will I post about today?" It is an interesting process after that. Simple, forgettable things catch my attention, things which my pre-blogger mind would not have bothered to note. This is making everyday a little more exciting. But today, as I brainstormed for ideas for a blog post, I could not come up with anything. This was new to me as I am generally bursting with ideas. As I said in the first post, I have a talkative mind. Nevertheless, I thought and thought, but again the results were nil. "WHAT?!", I thought. So like any sane person who is momentarily clueless about life and beyond , I googled " What to post on a blog?". Like magic, the internet churned out results. I clicked through a few. In classic Sherlock style, I said " Boring! Unoriginal! Predictable!", to the poor screen. Then a sane part of me reminded me of my non-sociopath-genius status , so I went back to reading a few more of the results. I expected some miraculous wave of creativity to hit me but none did. So I decided to just go with the flow. And voila!" Why don't I simply write about the state of my mind which is causing my wordlessness? ", I thought.
Now, I have noticed that my room can precisely tell the state of my mind. If it is messy, then I am a mess inside. If it is clean then I am sorted out. So, I looked around my room and there it was,  all messy. It is a herculean task for me to be able to function like a normal human being when my mind is cluttered, so I just stared at the furniture for a while. And then....OF COURSE! My room! My cozy, beautiful room!
So in today's post I'll write about the things in my room that comfort me, intrigue me, or simply make me , well me.

My cozy bed

This piece of furniture has been in my life forever. I don't remember never seeing it. It has suffered years of excited jumping and days of melancholy and tears. I remember imagining it to be my house under which was a secret quarter, where I hid during turbulent times of , well it depended, sometimes it was my planet breaking into crumbs and sometimes it was the big, bad monster lurking near my 'house'.This is where I sprawl lazily with a book and this is where I prepare for my exams. This bed helps me sleep like a baby every night. Now that I'm writing about it I realise how important a  part it plays in my life.

My monkey soft toy

This said monkey is called Bucho Singh. It was a name that my aunt called me. I always thought that it was best suited for a monkey, so when my uncle gifted this tiny thing to me, I gleefully named it so. Bucho, hangs on my window these days. He likes it and sunlight is good for him. I never sleep with Bucho like a good mommy should. A long time ago, my doctor declared that I was allergic to soft toys, so since then he is kept at a distance, but not too far. He is super cute and wears a red bow tie. He has a long tail but a tiny body, so it served as my youngest child in all games of "ghar-ghar" i.e, in translation "home-home". It has a permanently confused expression which makes it ten times cuter. After an unfortunate wash in the washing machine, the light brown colour over his head turned orangey-yellow. It is like a halo. So now he is cute and angelic. I love him dearly. 

Mysterious table

This is a new insertion in my bedroom setting. We found this when we shifted to our new flat. The old owners had left this table in the flat. We wondered why. Sure it was a little worn out, but not badly enough to be abandoned. This mystery intrigued me. I was a bit suspicious at first but then it became a friend. A friend, who was probably not treated well by the old owners, but holds my load of books, pens and pencils, uncomplainingly. It looks like an old soul who has years of wisdom and has seen troubled times. This old soul is now the place where my workload is frequently dumped and now has cheery, flowery designs all over it (my attempts at art and beautifying the table).

Wardrobe chair

This is an old plastic chair that was a pleasant beige colour when we had bought it but now it is somewhere between white and brownish-green. This poor chair is where all my clothes live. On most days I'm too lazy to put them into the closet so they remain on  the chair. This chair has surprised me a lot of times. Everytime I'm sure that I have lost a piece of clothing, I just have to dig into the pile on this chair and like magic, I find it there. On one of the trips from my cousins, my cousin decided that this chair was the best place to draw, so now I have green marker drawings all over it. 

The broken bookshelf 

This one deserves a whole post. It is bookshelf that has a whole lot of stories attached to it and yes, a whole lot of books too. Presently, it has become a bit crooked due to higher pressure on one side, but then it has had its glory days. There are about hundred books on it, each of which are well loved. One summer, one of the glass doors on it fell on my sister's foot. She has three stitches to show for it. I had to carry her out of the pool of blood and into the car. I remember hearing her screams when the stitches were getting done and the ice-cream treat later too. The lowest two racks were once allotted to me and my sister. So if one looks carefully, one can see the faded pokemon stickers on the shelves. 

So these are what make up my room. These have their special share of place in my heart. Do you think that these things, that remain in the background, make a place in your heart? See ya'll, bye!