Today suddenly I felt a strange kind of emotion towards my room…..the room which I lovingly call my dungeon.The room which I never thought of keeping perfectly clean even after my mommys constant nagging..my bed is always strewn with one thing  or the other you see. One will seldom find it empty…most of the times there are books, newspaper,chocolate wrappers et al and at other times my stuffed toys enjoying a nice moment in my bed.(I still am crazy about stuffed toys…!!!.).well back to where I was…..so today I felt something for my room……I looked at it from all angle….i looked at the posters on the walls….and then it struck me, am gonna miss my room next year….my dungeon where I have laughed   ,cried, danced with some crazy and wild moves with the door shut…..and next  year when I go for my higher studies I will miss it badly…….

 This dungeon of mine has seen me grow as a person…the comfort I feel here is unfathomable…….my guitar….the window facing east…..every morning I wake up and draw the curtains to witness the sun in its soft grandeur…the window that lets sunshine into my room…my room where my sister and i have sulked at each other so many times before finally making up at night(she is 4 years older to me and is presently working as a fashion designer in delhi,after passing out from nift,delhi)........I  suddenly find my room beautiful and the most desirable place to be in this whole wide world…my almirah , my daily-use dresses stacked in the shelf of my room, my showcase where I have kept my books –my books that represent me in a way-……the plastic chair in my room where my mum sits to read her newspaper at times or where my papa sits and has his evening cup of tea whilst  we keep chatting about issues starting from mukesh ambanis becoming the richest to the happenings in the bachchan parivar as if their parivar was a part of our parivar…..(my papa is a die-hard fan of mister bachchan !!)…not just this but many a times we have pulled each others legs in my room….

    My dungeon is suffused with memories of a kid who is gonna be two come December…she is the cynosure of my eyes as well as my parents’.she is our neighbour’s  daughter but is with me most of the time and I do mad things with her as well in my dungeon that can only come to a two year olds mind……the Johnson n johnson calendar in my room with pictures of little cutie-pies…I love babies and kids…..they help me see this world through their eyes and it feels great to do so….it makes life easy….suddenly everything in my room has become special .From the doormat near my bathroom to posters and calendars on my walls…….

      In this room I have contemplated  my inner-self…..celebrated during my successes,moments of happiness and cried during my failures,times of sadness……and risen up to become a much better fighter and human being after every failure. This  room is so very me……this room has taught me that no matter what I become in my life. Everything will remain transient… . What will remain forever is what I truly am…….

 I love my room…..my paradise….my DUNGEON!!!!