Living in a room bounded by four walls of lustrous white, the radiations of sun never penetrated the opaque wall and reached the leaf of my gloomy life. Without the sunlight, there is no photosynthesis so the entire physiology of life is disturbed. The leaf is prone to wither but no worry, my room has two windows, through which I can see the bright sun illuminating the entire world. I am satisfied now. At least the world will be lush and vigorous. The windows show me the entire world; it is an eye opener to me, my best companion so I am not alone.
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When the world of fantasy struck the static mind, myriad of awful thoughts conquers my conscience thus bequeathing me with unbearable mental torture. It is pain of loneliness, so I curse my gadgets like mobile phone and computer (Internet) for not giving me company, as it remains so silent. My body temperature rises and in state of chaos, I suffocate, but then there is the ceiling fan, my best friend, spinning silently yet swiftly, thus ventilating my room, and supplying gush of fresh air from the nearby lawn, for my respiration. Therefore, I am not alone.
Behind the hills and mountains, miles of distance away live my beloved parents. In different colleges are my best friends, but here I am alone. All alone bounded by the four walls. The paths that I follow though I consider it the right one, sometimes lead me to the wrong direction. My parents and friends are helpless as they are not aware of my deeds. I have nobody to correct me instantly so that I can retrace to the right direction, however, looking on the wall of my room, I see the mirror. It reflects my deeds and I could see the defects and shortcomings, which I have. Oh, mirror though in times it compel me to shed tears, but it is never wrong. I have my best teacher by the walls of my room so I am not alone.
The winters are extremely cold and arid environment gives no charm. I call it the season of emptiness when cold flood my desperate soul. My heart receives no warmth of love and affection, though below the roof, behind the monitors, beneath the sky, I have my beloved parents and affectionate friends. Distance is the bar, yet I miss the warmth by hearth at home and tenderness of their hearts. But I have the cozy mattress beneath me, with my head on the silky pillow, I get myself enveloped within the cotton blanket that keep me warm and contented, so I am not alone.
When in darkness the moon light does not reach my room I longed for the torches my parents lit for me, but now, I have none. The fire flickers of highland pines though sooty, use to light our way back at home but I miss it here. However, with the pressing of switch by the wall, I have the fluorescent tube, blinking to pave my ways. Therefore, I am not in the darkness. The dreary journey is lightened, and I am glad to have it as my friend. Therefore, I am not alone.
Yet, loneliness really kills in times.