Like all the rooms that make up buildings, this too was made of brick and mortar and had a roof. The window on the West captured the green foliage of the tri-trunk Rain tree. The one on the south overlooked the sewer flowing in sombre silence,and also offered a view of roofs housing other lives. A being named I inhabited the Room's space riding the wheels of time in aimless madness. On many early mornings when sleep still eluded the weary eyes, a name-less bird called to say, ' yet another day was born' and woke up the day to life. On the garish days of the year, black bees pollinated the flowers of bright pink-white hues that dotted the dark green canopy of the Rain tree. In late afternoons, as the sun began its descent, through the spaces between fluttering leaves streaming rays fell on the floor in quivering patterns of light patches modulated by the leaves dancing to the afternoon winds. When the heat seared the spirit, I pulled the dirty drapes down the w
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