Missing Something

I am comfortable here. The room is big enough for a single person, and it has everything a bedroom and study room should have. Moreover there is a huge window, providing a nice view of the city and also letting the fresh air and sun come directly in.

Sometimes I use the study table, and sometimes I study on bed. Sometimes I look out through the window and sometimes I just stand in front of the mirror. Something is missing, I know something is definitely missing.....

I am missing my friend's room

I am missing the rooms where I can just walk in

and sit or lie down, as if it is mine!

I am missing the room no 261,

where I can knock and shout 'flying robot, flying robot'.

I am missing the room no 257,

where I can bang open the door, utter few slangs, and ask for a fag,

only to hear an immediate refusal.

I am missing the room no 248 and 239,

which is always locked, either from inside or outside.

I am missing the room no 222,

where I can hear the sound of FRIENDS soap everytime I pass by.

I am missing the room no 223,

where I can go, tease, and then ask doubts.

I am missing the room no 224,225,228 ,

where I can go and plan a 'daru party'.

I am missing room no 229,

on whose door I can kick as hard as I could,

only to hear the angry shout of the friend inside,

or to see his angry face turning into a smiling one.

I am missing room no 339,

where I get new things to eat,

where I can knock before going to any class,

where I can complete all my reports,

and where I can gossip even during exams.

I am missing the room no 342,

where I can peek in , to see what's he doing.

And what I am missing most is the room no 205,

where I can talk hours on phone,

where I can lie down and listen to a song,

where I can fag watching a movie,

where I can connect to myself,

and where I have spent the last 3 years of my life !