, originally uploaded by amulya.
Yet another abstract... seems like my brother's room is a treasure for photography. What my mom calls a mess, i see little things that are so him. Like how he always hangs his guitar at the window. Leaves wads of notes on the table, dumps his clothes on a chair and the old ones on the floor. I guess he'll be locking his room after he sees this. In my defence though, I never went into the room. I stood in the doorway and took the shot. And the door was open. I was merely passing it.