The room smelled of stagnant air, used socks and onions all at the same time. The odour was sufficient to get me all packed and running. I gazed around. A zillion cigarette butts were diffused on the wall behind the bed. Forming a pattern through them were a few tea spills here and there. " Not a welcoming sight ", I whispered to myself. The room was empty, causing my whispers to echo back.I was relieved that it was at least a silent place that shut out the din and the madness of the city!
A rat scurried across the room. A spin of cobwebs swayed to the breeze. A group of ants leisurely made their way to their hill. A patch on the roof reflected the dampness of the city wind, a bit too much for my comfort. I felt a layer under my feet and looked down. To my horror, the entire floor was covered in a layer of dust that could be, I don’t know days old or months old. Me being me, I checked for blood stains and then dragged my ambling head away when it was still safe. Seriously, where can new-age TV and Dexter get you?
I walked into the kitchen only to find a plethora or maybe a mine of empty beer bottles. I suddenly felt thirsty. I reached for the sipper tucked away in my back pack. The water pacified my form but the soul still could not fly. Resisting the urge to run away from that place, I affixed my feet firmly onto the ground.
“You have crossed too many levels. You cannot quit the game now”, the little chip in my head echoed.
I folded my jeans and sleeves. Wiping away the beads of sweat that began to gather on my forehead, I began cleaning the place. I wasn’t alone. I had my dreams for company...
