Observation piece

My Professor who took the Language and Style classes asked us to write an observation piece.It has been returned to me,and I think he marked me pretty okay since his comment was "very nice". :)

The dark, betel- juice stained, narrow stairway leading to the flat actually had vivid electric blue walls that were hidden by the lack of more than one zero-watt bulb on one floor.Even summer daylight did not seem to touch them.

The house on the second floor had a disproportionate “K” written in white paint on a black circle near the doorbell.The door which was usually a dull white was open,and revealed pale blue walls within.A dull beam of light from the balcony near the door rested near on the right temple of a man lying in the middle of the hall.At that exact moment, a series of splitting wails from a plump woman sitting by him drowned out the horns of impatient buses on the street.

Her partially silver hair was loose,and she hit her chest rhythmically,blowing her nose on the red border of her saree at intervals.A lopsided reflection of her on the television screen nearby faded slowly as the sky was overcast.There was no sign of blue anywhere for a moment,until the clouds passed.

An old man in an immaculate white dhoti with many warts near the hollow of his eyes
went to a dresser.He pulled out a bottle,vigorously shook the pale yellow liquid and
sprayed it,his nose crinkling.The strong scent of airplane tissues swam around the room.

The dead man seemed around sixty,his hair grey and sparse at the temples.His nostrils were stuffed with wads of cotton and the bandage binding his big toes was fast wearing out. A young girl of about thirteen sat near him,her face smudged with tears.She rested her head on the still chest occasionally and closed her big brown eyes.But everytime she lifted her head,her eyes would be flooded again.

The number of hushed voices and dusty bare feet increased slowly.The sky faded to the same colour as the wall and the odour of death overcame the reek of the eau de cologne.But the girl did not move.


(Note:No guesses as to the protagonists of the piece.And though it looks incomplete,we had to work on a word limit,and plus the point was not to write a novel.)