KARMA IS A b***h
Beams of sunrays peaked through the lavender colored curtains, spreading the canopy of bright yellow with a mixture of gold in it, providing the room with an excruciating splendor. A certain ray directly traveled through a hole above the window to the study table where a crystal mug was placed with pens, highlighters, colored pencils and other petty things in it. The ray falling upon the glass created a spectrum of ninety degrees all over the wall, imitating the shape of that special rainbow; around the parameter of huge painting, which appears after a heavy rainfall over a sturdy bridge with dark green bushes all over the place in some isolated corner of the earth where no one lives.
The owner of the room stretched her body in a weird angle, wrestling amidst the feathe
