Sameer entered her room. He was looking for
the switch board but just could not recall where it was. He stood near the door
and looked around. Smooth lavender walls ran across the room. The famous
painting of sunflowers was still hanging over the bed. She had told him the
artist’s name a million times, but all he could remember was that the foolish
guy had chopped his ears or something on those lines. The bed was placed right
below the painting. Now that he remembered, the wood of the post, which he had
held on to a countless number of times, was a little chipped now. The sheets
were neatly folded.
“Well, they have not been ruffled in a while,” he thought.
The curtains were different. He was not too sure. The red of the curtains softly flushed as the last of the evening light remained. He roamed around and almost slipped on the squeaky white marble flooring. He fiddled around with her skull shaped lamp.
“She always hated when I did that,” he thought to himself.
He got an odd satisfaction with all the lurking. He opened her cupboard. Everything was neatly stacked. Even a stranger could find the clothes they wanted in there. He had always gone to the cupboard for just one thing. He opened the drawer as if the lacy lingerie was calling out to him. He brushed it all aside and found the little pink box. He opened it and to his surprise the contents were still in there.
“Aaah! Good times, but not today,” he said.
He closed the box and kept it back to the concealed spot that had been assigned to it.
He had been in this room. Many a time. But he had never really seen it. He had never realised how much the room reeked of her. Her presence, her smell. He felt calm. He loved her so much. He wanted to soak in the feeling and remember it forever.
“ What the fuck am I doing?” he said.
Feeling calm in this room was plain wrong. It was bizarre. After what had happened the night before, how could he allow himself to feel at peace? It was not peaceful at all. It was entirely his fault. He would never forgive himself.
Suddenly the room seemed to be contracting and squeezing him till his last breath. He felt choked. He needed to get out. It was not real. Nothing was real.
He slapped himself and dashed for the bottle of water which was kept on the table. He finally got out of the trance he had been in and realised he had been in there for more than thirty minutes. He remembered why he was there in the first place.
He started looking for the switch board. He finally found it behind the cupboard. He switched off the lights. He wished he had not.
The curtains were different. He was not too sure. The red of the curtains softly flushed as the last of the evening light remained. He roamed around and almost slipped on the squeaky white marble flooring. He fiddled around with her skull shaped lamp.
“She always hated when I did that,” he thought to himself.
He got an odd satisfaction with all the lurking. He opened her cupboard. Everything was neatly stacked. Even a stranger could find the clothes they wanted in there. He had always gone to the cupboard for just one thing. He opened the drawer as if the lacy lingerie was calling out to him. He brushed it all aside and found the little pink box. He opened it and to his surprise the contents were still in there.
“Aaah! Good times, but not today,” he said.
He closed the box and kept it back to the concealed spot that had been assigned to it.
He had been in this room. Many a time. But he had never really seen it. He had never realised how much the room reeked of her. Her presence, her smell. He felt calm. He loved her so much. He wanted to soak in the feeling and remember it forever.
“ What the fuck am I doing?” he said.
Feeling calm in this room was plain wrong. It was bizarre. After what had happened the night before, how could he allow himself to feel at peace? It was not peaceful at all. It was entirely his fault. He would never forgive himself.
Suddenly the room seemed to be contracting and squeezing him till his last breath. He felt choked. He needed to get out. It was not real. Nothing was real.
He slapped himself and dashed for the bottle of water which was kept on the table. He finally got out of the trance he had been in and realised he had been in there for more than thirty minutes. He remembered why he was there in the first place.
He started looking for the switch board. He finally found it behind the cupboard. He switched off the lights. He wished he had not.
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