Last year, our cubicle was the least desired cubicle in the house. The water tank just above it was leaking, and the roof was kind of dripping, so there were black stains all over, which were later replaced by green lichens growing up there. It was dubbed the Haunted Cubicle.
Then, just as we were about to move in, it was painted. It was first whitewashed three times, and then three coats of paints (I pushed for the third one) were applied. Later, we would have that fateful lottery which would put us into the room.
In the beginning, I was not terribly thrilled to be in the room. The legend of the haunted cubicle still extended, and even though the flora (and most of the fauna) living inside the room were dead already, it was very weird living in the least desired room.
As things have moved on, the room has started becoming one of the more desired places. The last four rooms in our room are too big and smoke-y so no one wants them. Rooms on the top floor are too dark and kind of depressing so they are not terribly attractive either. The remaining rooms, ours and five others, are of the right size and receive more Sunlight than even jaadoo from that alien movie could ask for, and are near to the toilet (!). At the beginning, we got lots of taunts for being the room closest to the toilet, but luckily for us, we face the back wall and not any of the doors and windows, so that has never been a problem. Instead, it has become a popular hangout for all kinds of people—people who are bored, people who are sick of their drab rooms (thanks to the posterization I have mentioned in an earlier post), and people who are waiting in line at the toilet. It’s the place to be if you don’t know where to go next.
It feels good to have turned around the least wanted room into a popular hangout for people with all kinds of motives.
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