My Small Room on the Roof

   
 
I was staring out at the peaceful night. There were sounds down there in the streets, but I was away from it. I was distant from the noise and horns of the moving vehicles, because I was sitting in the thirteenth floor of my building. I am no rich guy, I never have been. I have always belonged to the category of people who find something good in the massively bad. I have been an optimist, sometimes, severely-optimist.
The scene that I was looking at was nothing new to me. I was admiring the beauty of the night. I felt fortunate to see the lights of houses, halls, cathedrals, temples etc. Some of these lights shimmer, some glow constantly, but they all shine, you know! And I find happiness in that.
It has been four years that I have lived in this city, my small room on the roof. Just four years and my life has taken a full U-turn ever since I started staying here. I was a boring personality. I had always been this. And I had loved being in this state.
Today I am active, volatile and a vibrant being. I was not destined to be this but circumstances turned me into such a creature. In these four years, I have come across all kinds of emotions, problems and hurdles. I have solved them with my skills and past experiences. In the these four years, I have completed my graduation , got into and got done with my first job and finally found another one. This city has taught me a lot! It has given me that affection and  a sense of responsibility that I assumed, I would never be able to execute.
I have had friends and foes, well wishers and otherwise. I have been called names by both good and bad men from whom I least expected. I have gotten into fights for people who were close to me. I have fallen, I have risen and I have dusted myself to continue being a part of this rat-race. I have been loved by people who trust me and find hope in me. This city has given me a lot. It has given me something that I can never ever return it.
My familiarity to this city is to such an extent that even if now I intend to find out that in which direction is the wind blowing, I can guess it by the time of the clock. While I was thinking all this, I was sitting in a wooden chair. The only furniture of my room. When did I fall asleep, I really didn’t know and never got interested. For this action of mine was an everyday thing- every night I would sit in my wooden chair, on the roof, admire the beauty of the almost-entire city that is view able from my roof top, smoke a cigar and relax there and sink into sleep at a time quite unknown to me.
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2 thoughts on “My Small Room on the Roof

  1. Anonymous

    I had read this one before, and liked it. Probably forgot to comment.
    This has a very mature touch to it. The way you have explained the environment and your imagination of it gives it a very good feel.

    Like

  2. Eisha

    I had read this one before, and liked it. Probably forgot to comment.
    This has a very mature touch to it. The way you have explained the environment and your imagination of it gives it a very good feel.

    Like

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