a person's room has a spirit and character of its own. whether its in north campus, or an audience to the daily clatter of neighbourhood kannadiga life, or overlooking a dark back-lane between lil flats in a typical vk block, or in the surprising greenery in cluttered south delhi; i am carrying along this bodyless spirit with me. give it some time, and the essential clothing it begs you for, and so what if white blinds replace the indian curtains it loves; the room will breathe the same. more often than not i forget how much the outside world has changed, it feels so - the same. its as if i carried it with me in one of the 23kg boxes allowed and just put it down here. so what if this mattress cost me 10 times more and the wood is donated and scratched. it travels over time, back and forth in the past, while i daydream. and i am in all of those rooms at once