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a Big Life in a Small Room

In a small town in a small room a boy sitting in front of Computer.
The the room is only 9 X 5'8 feet only, so small for even that boy so that if he try to sleep straight
he could not because the height of the boy is 5'10 feet.

In that small room there are so many things A computer on a small size table which is just sufficient for the monitor and CPU only, a sufficient size bed two chairs a table fan two small size table on two sides of the bed one in the west-south corner of the room on which the books are placed which he usually read. and the second on the opposite corner on which some water bottle and a small pen-box in which there are 8 to 10 pens but none of them is in working condition.

Just in north of the south-east table the computer table is placed and in the continuous direction a book self on which some old books are placed on the top of that book-self a small glass-bottle with a water plant is placed. above all this on some 4 feet from the ground an old window frame is hanging with some old unused wires which the boy think are strong enough to hold the weight of some of his things and this will definitely cause some room on the ground of the room.

And in the north of the room a small window is which is just in front of the another same size window on the south wall of room. the door is in the north west corner and along with the door the table fan is placed which takes some space in front of the door and leave a very little and enough space to enter and exit. and the two chair one of them is with the west wall and in west of the bed, the bed divide room in small gully on east of which the computer is placed and on west chair which is small enough to fit in the small space.
the other chair is somewhat bigger in size and the boy use it to handle the flow of air from the fan in front of door.

This is what the world is for the boy and he is really happy in the small room till some of his friends come over for fun and the small room looks crowded. yet he spent more of his time in that small room. Like its his whole world. He just moves out for some outing or some outer work or goes to his home which is just 5 meters apart from his room. the room is out just because he was in need of a separate room for late night study his late-night friends visit, and late-night   movies so there he goes.

Life is so satisfied in the small room with the sound of the tapping keys of the keyboard and the buzzing sound of the fan. a small light source hanging on the roof and his needing books all over the place wherever he looks.

- A Short Story by
 Mayank Tiwari

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