Room No.115 was cozy, rectangular shaped room with a small balcony. Noah took the tissue and wiped his face with a tissue on which ‘Blue mount international’ had been printed in indigo colour. Noah sat in a cushioned chair and looked towards the balcony. There was a small breeze coming from there, nothing else.
“Why this room, I think I am trapped here, I can walk out freely still feeling that I am trapped, why?” Noah began to grind his mind.
A knock began to hear from the front door.
“Yes, come in” He said.
That was room boy, came with a tray, tea in a small ceramic jug.
“Anything else you needed, Sir”? He asked.
“No.”
“Enjoy you tea Sir”.
“I will, thank you.”
Noah sat there for a minute and walked to reach the tray; he poured the tea and sipped it from a porcelain cup. He looked
