A guy is sitting on a desk. He is reading a compilation of printed pages, held barely together by a single staple pin. As he is reading, he keeps highlighting certain lines with a neon yellow color highlighter. The pages get completed. He puts the prints down on his desk and lays back in his chair, taking a deep breath. He places his hands on his eyes. His desk is messed up with piles of books and notes spread on it. There is a laptop in one corner and a lamp in the other. He begins scratching his head and stares at the desk.
He gets up and goes to his bed. The television in the room is showing a channel, on mute. He picks the bottle from the corner table beside his bed and drinks it. The bottle, now 3/4 remaining, is put again on the table. He stretches his arms and sits back on the desk. He gets his laptop closer and begins researching on it.
He takes another printed compilation of sheets and places it on his bed. He locks the door of his room. He drags the chair to the opposite end of the room, by the window. He begins reading the paper, as he lights a cigarette. He is engrossed in the paper, inclined towards the sheets with his legs placed at the end of the bed. A container on the window slab has two finished cigarette buds in it.
He keeps the paper on the chair along with the highlighter. He falls onto his bed. He turns and faces the roof, thinking. He twists his toes and lifts his legs in the air. He picks his phone from the side table. He puts his legs on the wall, placing them parallel to it. He begins using his phone.
He stands in the center of the room, viewing the channels showing on mute. He picks the remote from the floor, kept on his beanbag. He turns on a music channel and increases the sound slightly. He starts singing along and grooving to the music. He dances and jumps around the room. He heads for the almirah at the corner of the room. He switches on a light and examines the clothes inside. He picks a top and a lower that he throws on his bed. He takes off his sweater and hangs it in the cupboard. He takes off his clothes, throwing them on the floor and goes inside the bathroom.
He stands in the shower, lost in thoughts while washing himself with soap. As he shampoos his hair, he starts humming the song playing on the television. He enjoys the hot water coming from the shower. The bathroom gets foggy. He comes out of the bathroom while drying his head with the towel. He quickly puts on his green top and a grey pullover. He wears his jeans with slight discomfort and sits on the bed while doing so.
Freezing, he turns on the heater kept on a stool beside the desk. He drags his chair adjacent to it and warms his feet and hands in front of the heater. He faces the desk again and now sits with his back straight, as he examines a sheet of paper. He begins putting tick marks on it. Water from his hair drips onto the grey pullover upon his shoulder. He picks one book and begins counting pages of some sections in it. He puts a bookmark in the book. He picks his bag from the floor, kept behind the stool. He keeps the book inside it.
He starts sorting the notes. He creates a pile of printed notes on one end of the table. Another pile, much lesser in number, he picks and puts into his bag. He gets up and goes to the bathroom. A fistful of splashed water clears the mirror and it begins reflecting again. He combs his hair while giving them a certain style. He sprays a deodorant. He begins making odd faces, looking in the mirror. He examines his face, as he goes closer to his reflection.
He wears his socks and puts on a pair of white shoes. He ties the red laces. He looks out of the window while rubbing his hands against one another. He takes out a green jacket from his almirah and wears it. He picks his bag and puts two blue pens in it from his desk. He goes to his cupboard and takes out a sheet of paper, that he folds and puts into the bag. He looks around the room and checks his desk and then his bed. He sees his water bottle on the side desk, empty. He picks it and leaves the room.