[ Fiction ]
It was a large airy classroom on top floor of the school with three sides open and dotted with diffused glass windows with iron frames. It might have been used as examination hall sometime. Now it was standing destitute and nobody was here. It was fitted with sturdy old style wooden benches. Below the writing desk of each bench there was enclosed space for storing students' things that can be latched closed with a cover that hanged below; fitted to the bench with hinges. When the cover closed there remained a gap of about couple of inches through which one could see and feel for what was stored inside.
He entered the classroom via the door in corner next to the wall with large blackboard. For a moment, he stood there; his searching eyes traversed all extents of that bright classroom. Then he got to work and gathered all his books and goodies littered all over and brought them to a bench near the rear corner. He arranged them neatly in its compartment and latched the cover. He took a moment; tried to register this bench to memory as he didn't know when he will be back again. Sunlight was entering through a broken window in the back falling on the slit of the bench compartment illuminating some of the titles of the books he stored inside. His hand instinctively tried to arrange them again but he decided against it and hurriedly left the room. And the sunlight remained; illuminating the titles of his books in that bench.