I feel truly honoured when my friends invited me over and I am allowed to go inside their room. The layout of the room is totally foreign, yet it is filled with things that are vaguely familiar. I can point out the things that they wear or bring to school, snacks on their table that they used to share, little things that matter like pictures or calendars. The room smells like that perfume they wear everyday, except their own familiar scent is stronger. Rooms are basically their well-guarded sanctuary, an insider piece to their everyday lives. Bars of privacy has been lifted, leaving no gaps between us.

God, bless the owner of this room, bless this person for sharing with me a slice of their live. Amin.