It’s been hectic and at the end of it all there’s nothing much we left behind,  just a few memories, a few laughs that we had shared within those walls, three stones and a dustbin.  My room had been a part of everything I am, my best and my worst. That’s the place I saw my class 10 result in and, for the first time in my life, felt a sense of achievement. It’s the same room that saw me go through the frustrations of non medical and still emerge defeated at the end. Those walls were a part of me, the part that did not come along but was left behind. I have a somewhat bigger room now but it’s not mine, not yet, at least. I guess I’ll get used to it, as I’ll get used to walking up and down the stairs all the time. But I’ll still miss my room, and my house that now possesses a part of me, three stones and a dustbin.