I have a yellow room somewhere, i know i do. I just saw it in my dream, and i’ve just woken up with a start, and i’ve dreamt of it before, and i can see it in front of me. It’s a bright room, with curtains always drawn. It has the softest mattresses which cover my bed, mattresses which protrude from the end of the bed, so that when you sleep, you gently slope and fall to the ground if you start moving too much. It’s how i get up from the dream, by falling to the floor. And it Always has people. Right now, it had buddhadeb babu sitting and writing poetry, no he was drawing venn diagrams, and there was tanmay, and there was someone who was taking a shower, and lots of other people who came in and out of the room at their free will. Before i went to the room i smoked a cigarette with my dad. But that was because i smoked a cigarette with my school teachers yesterday, that doesn’t have anything to do with the room. And the room has fancy lighting, like stage lighting, only it isn’t so dramatic.