Inn

I walked into the room

The scent

Unrecognizable

A new toothbrush

Unopened shampoo bottle

A soap

Craving water

Untouched closet doors

The bed

Resting

Remotes

Tightly holding on

A big bag

Standing

Alone

Upright

It was a peculiar feeling:

walking back into my old room.

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Published by: urjalakhani

Urja Lakhani is a passionate to do lister, a bibliophile and a newbie violin virtuoso. She is fascinated by Economics and Finance which is just a better way of saying that she loves money and wants to make an obscene amount of it. The best way to irk her would be to tell her that she can’t do something because she is a girl, but then again she has probably done it already.

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