“You want to rent this room?”
“Yes! I like this.”
“Feels like a prison cell; closed door, lights off, this room will be an isolation unit.”
Friends, Sid and Shubh, were out house hunting, looking for an affordable place with basic amenities and within commuting distance to work. They came to this property following a newspaper advert.
Sid did not like the place. A small room with low ceiling, without any natural light and painted with depressing grey wall paint. Three fourth of room was occupied by a box bed. There was no much place for any furniture other than a chair. On the bright and sunny day outside, a lamp was on to remove darkness.
Sid was surprised that his friend even considered this dump of a place. Shubh always liked open space, natural light, fresh air and a view of the sky.
“Are you sure, Shubh? We can search more.”
“I like this. Back from work, I just want to shut myself out from the world. This room is ideal for me.”
“What are you trying to shut yourself from, my friend”, wondered Sid, “at the end of the day you cannot run away from your own self.”
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Photo Credit : Susan Spaulding