The favourite spot in my room, in the last month had been a rocking chair. Father had got it out of sheer interest about five years ago. He later decided that he didn't use it much and thus shifted it to an empty room, located upstairs.
Exams appeared, along with the rocking chair. He brought it down, so that it provide relief to my neck. A pain which developed due to the continuous strain of the muscles of the neck. And the best part is, that it worked.
Made of rosewood, the chair glints with a cherry-red tinge when sunlight falls on it. It does not have any work on it, but is big, heavy and roomy. Adjusting cushions in a variety of ways to provide my back the comfortable feeling. Turning this way and that, placing one cushion against an arm, another against the backrest, i've maneuvered lot, much to the chagrin of mother. She often complained that my room had shrunk, after the chair took a postion. True, the chair had to be moved frequently, in order to keep a wardrobe open. Mother and me have fought many a fight in this regard, with me winning most of the time, solely, because of my exams. I refused to budge from the chair. She used to threaten that the chair would be shifted after my exams were over.
It's not difficult for one to guess the present whereabouts of the chair. Yes, my room has lost it's precious. Not for a long time, i hope.
Sitting on the chair, i've watched the sky turn pale-orange, while the sun set, listened to music, read novels, or simply, swayed to the tunes of silence. Seated on the chair, facing an open window, i've enjoyed many sunrises, the rays filling my room with freshness and warmth... a flock of birds squeaking about in terror, when chased by an eagle.... coconut fronds dancing with the breeze.
I still can picture myself with a book in my hands, moving to and fro, pushing the cool floor, so as to keep the motions of the chair, constant through time and space.