YES, THIS IS MY HOME.
*Beep beep beep beep beep* Rang my not-so-melodious (read: Pathetic) alarm. My hand slowly and lazily reached and felt for my mobile phone and it took me 15 seconds to find it, when I finally switched it off. I rubbed my eyes and tried opening them, hoping to see a pretty little room, with white coloured walls along with butterflies and leaves on them, a huge book shelf to my right, a wall with a calender hung on it to my left, a big window in front of me and below it, a small shelf, with six photo frames holding the best captured memories. But my luck had different plans. Yes, I did see white coloured walls, but they were different. I saw two plump girls sleeping on two different beds, to my right, a not-so-new brown coloured almirah to my left, and a huge mirror in front of me. *facepalm* And I regained my senses and realised that I am not in my own cozy room, but in a PG from the last two months. It took me some time to accept the fact that this particular room which I des...