Something must be wrong with the world. Or is it just a sign of me growing old? I am craving more white guys. Me, the color crazy person who wears rainbow-hued clothes with neon pink shoes and looks set for attending a Bob Marley concert at any given point.
Simple, minimal and white with just the right pops of color. Serene and calm, these beautiful bedrooms looks like sanctuaries away from all the din and confusion your life invariably surrounds you in.
Maybe it is worth giving up all visual clutter that surrounds our life. Or maybe it is just the soaring heat of Bangalore, I refuse to believe I am growing old, or cynical for that matter!