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When I open the door of my room, a ray of sunlight enters in it. The sunlight brightens the room by splitting the chest of darkness. In that light, I can see the dust on the doors and windows. The nets are hanging with roof and corners. I cannot see any spider but the nets are hanging there. The dust is residing on the body of books, placed in broken shelves. The glasses are filling with scratches. The locks and keys are changing every fortnight. The rags are filled with dust. The water drops and cracks the ceiling of my room. The birds are sitting at windows and bees at door. The shape of my room has been changed and I fear that soon it will become a ruined site for tourists to enjoy, on the name of ‘culture’. Anwar Masood said,