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मुझेतोतेरीलतलगगई, लगगई ज़मानाकहे, "लतयेग़लतलगगई"...
(I am addicted to you, I am addicted to you The world says, "This addiction is wrong.")
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08:47 Illit Interiors Mauryapura
The dazzling sun rays are striking through the mega glass window which one end is three feet above the light blue crystal tiles on the floor, on the other hand the head of the window hitting the ceiling of the top floor. The amber light passing through the glass blazing the entire room with its heat. The grey finished silk curtain hanging at the either side of the glass enhancing the soothing navy blue painted wall of the cabin which is constructed with the mindset of trending minimalistic interior theme, few furniture added to the cabin cherishing the interior in apple pie order. The cabin itself can adjust oxygen for twenty people atleast at once.
Plain. Classic. Standard.
The beauty of the cabin is mesmerized at the centre where a circular oak desk laminated in white marble sheet along with its attached white leather chair are settled. The marble desk comprising a heap of files and folders through which bundles of paper nibbled in printer's ink are puking out from every direction, right next to it a small alarm clock in the shape of tortoise moving its hand in circular direction with sound ~ tick... tock... tick... tock...
A shiny golden rays reflecting from the opaque leaded name stand waving hii in the direction of sun with reading ~
AVISHI GOENKA PROJECT MANAGER
moreover 'ABC' scribbled over the text of it teasingly with red marker adding a little decoration to the plate along with teady bear stickers at the corner. Side step to it a rally of colourful pen displaced from its titled holder marching its journey towards a part of the desk where a girl with black wavy hairs resting her head on her personal not so soft cushion which is generally refer 'wrist' in body-parts terminology. The sun rays adding golden effect to her hair resembling gold beads on black wire and covering every possibility of glancing her bare face in morning. The long hair wires spreads all over her honey tonned face shamelessly. The weight of her lower body is under the responsibility of the white chair on wheels. The rhythmic up and downfall of her breast signifying her deep sleep. Her other thin upper limps sprawling over the the stack of thick books risking its life with threat of table fall with her one movement of hand. Nevermind, the sound of her breathing mixing well with chirping of plastic sparrows hanging on the branch of show plants arranged in a series parallel to the glass window creating a perfect environment for meditation but the only human alive there is long away left for dream land.
