Descriptive Text : Wallace

The two most impressive thing about him were his mouth and the pocket of his jacket.By looking at his mouth, one could tell weather he was plotting evil or had recently accomplished it. If he intended to do something bad, his slips were all puckered up, like those of a billiard player about to make a difficult shot.After the deed was done, the pucker was replaced by a delicate, unearthly smile.
How a teacher who knew anything about boys could miss the fact both expressions were masks of satan, I am sure I don't know. Wallace's pockets were less interesting than his mouth, perhaps, but more spectacular in a way. The side pocked of his jacket bulged out over pudgy hounches like burrow hampers. They were filled with tools screwdrivers, pliers, wrenches, wire cutters, nail sets and I don't know what else. In addition to all this, one pocket always contained a rolled up copy of popular mechanics, while from the top of the other protruded scientific American or some other such magazine. His breast pocket contained beside a large collection of fountain pens and mechanical pencils, a picket fence of drill bits, gimlets, kitchen, knives and other pointed intruments. When he walked he clinked and jangled and pealed.

Decsriptive Text : My Dormitory Room

My dormitory room, on the second floor of Asrama Daksinapati, is small and crowded. The blue walls and rather yellowlish ciling make the room seem dark and it looks even smaller than it is. My beed occupies  about half of the room. The two windows over the bed are covered with heavy blue drapes.
Against the wall on your left is a large bookcas which is crammed with papers, books, and other things.
Between the bookcase and the wall opposite the bed is a small desk with a chair. Under the desk is a rattan waste paper basket full of paper and debris. The wall above the bookcase and desk is covered with small posters of my favourite rock singers. On the right hand side of the room is a narrow closet with closet, shoes, badminton rackets, and boxes bulging out of its sliding doors.Can you imagine how cramful my room is ? It is like living in a closet.