Our pink night (2)
A crestfallen, helpless, annoyed, frustrated, unwaning, angry, and at last, another helpless expression passes through that pretty face while the bright smile on my face stayed the same.
She never wanted to, and she had never even tried, but she had a room with a mountain full of things she had collected through her journeys around the world.
She was a unique one, and from how much she had traveled around the world, I know one can imagine just how many useless things might be in a room that almost covered one-sixth part of the first underground floor.
She liked collecting stuff, but she didn't do any sort of systematic sorting, arranging, and classification.
I have seen that place, not in person, though. But still, from what had seen with my third eye was enough to show just how great of a dump yard that place was.
And it was so messed up that one would definitely need weeks, if not months, just to arrange those things in a proper manner.