The Narratives – Mohamed Miah

When it comes to designing a perfect space for reading and writing, most people might lean towards a quiet, secluded corner, far removed from the hustle and bustle of daily life. But me? I’d prefer a room that’s alive with energy, something that inspires and feeds my imagination while still feeling deeply personal.

Picture this, an upstairs room with a large window overlooking a busy street. Why? Because people-watching is a writer’s secret weapon. There’s something about observing life as it happens—snippets of conversation, fleeting glances, and the rhythm of the world outside—that sparks creativity.

The room itself would be a carefully curated blend of retro charm and modern comfort. I’d have my typewriter on display for a touch of nostalgia, along with my cameras and even some old Micro Machines cars that remind me of simpler times. They’d be scattered nearby, little reminders of where I’ve been and the stories still waiting to be told.

My desk would be a centrepiece, large, wooden, and topped with green leather—a classic surface perfect for spreading out notebooks, papers, and all the little bits and bobs that come with the writing life. While I’d likely be typing away on a MacBook, I’d keep my Filofax close for jotting down ideas with a fountain pen. There’s something deeply satisfying about the feel of ink on paper, isn’t there? I would have a green bankers lamp on the desk.

The room’s vibe would be moody yet inviting, with walls painted a rich dark blue. Two wooden bookcases would stand tall, filled with my collection of books, each one a doorway to another world. Black-framed prints of my own photography would add a personal touch, accented with splashes of gold and silver decor to catch the eye and contrast with the darker tones.

The floor? Wooden, of course. It’s warm, timeless, and practical—just the right base for a room built on imagination. For seating, I’d have a Chesterfield sofa, probably in a deep red leather, and a large beanbag for those moments when I want to relax and let my thoughts wander.

And then there’s the showcase—a glass-and-silver cabinet to house my cameras, lenses, and other trinkets. It wouldn’t just keep the dust at bay; it would also let the sunlight in, preventing any pesky lens fungus. Practicality meets elegance, you might say.

All in all, this space would be a sanctuary—not just for writing, but for thinking, dreaming, and letting my imagination run wild. And no, I haven’t thought about it much…