Okay so we had an assignment in college to observe and describe a place , first through our eyes and second from our character’s perspective, I hope you like it :”)
My Perspective
The sun had just started to sink , it was the third day of the week . I entered just before happy hours had ended . I ordered a cold one and a plate of nachos and grabbed a seat for myself . Glasses clinked , a roar of CHEERS was heard and laughter screaming too . My eyes started to wander and they caught the sight of this shelf with some really old books surrounded with roses and lilies . The staircase was decorated with the badges , brochures , stickers and logos of famous breweries and beer companies . There were ceiling plants too hanging and nearly caressing everyone’s head as they walked under it . Freshly brewed ale filled in barrels , mixed with some carbon dioxide , rolled across the café with excitement .The bartenders creating an unnecessary environment of hyping the people up and persuading them to go for more . Oh and how could I forget the eyes that spoke the most , even in that chaos , they expressed emotion which could speak for itself .
Character’s Perspective
The sun had just sunk into a sea of grief , seemed like time just wouldn’t move forward .I entered a café to distract myself from sorrow and pain . I dragged myself to the farthest corner and grabbed a seat . Glasses clinking sounded like bullets falling to the ground , the laughter and cheer screamed WAR . My wrinkled eyes roamed around a little more and saw a shelf with some journals of plans and strategies , a note that read ‘Coming back Pa’ was surrounded with dead and withered roses and lilies . The flight of stairs covered with badges and medals of achievements brought a smile to my face until I saw the bodies hanging from the ceiling caressing people’s heads horrifying me to my heart’s content . Freshly bruised and wounded bodies , mixed with some smoke walked past my table . Barrels being rolled across the place seemed like a grenade which had been thrown , ready to explode . I was then bombarded with a rollercoaster of emotions when the bartenders who seemed like Generals , overhyped and commanded over the gathering with some chants and leg banging which to me sounded like soldiers marching . Oh and when I was gazed and stared upon by the onlookers I was covered with a stench of failure , I was afraid to say NO , I didn’t want him to give up on his dreams , I failed to love my son , I failed .
- Nikhil Pires