The Bengali Woman's Room

A big, rectangular prismatic room. The sides are a light yellow, smiling above at the mushroom-coloured tile floor. Up above them hails a big white cover; as white as snow. From it hangs a set of fifteen thirds of lights, forming a swingset of sabers.

Big squares are standing on pairs of gigantic metal staples. The squares are a harmonious honey brown with hairy brown circles being overpowered by black ones. Straight dark chocolate lines cut through them like knives, but yet again, their clone in black overpowers them. Other black and brown straight lines choose to just separate themselves from the circles. The jet black staples allow all of this to happen thirty times over; two for fifteen.

Look across. There's a silver circle within a forest green circle, containing the numbers 1-12 in Roman numerals. Over them, 2 black lines leave and return to them in a never-ending fashion. This set relies on the hollow orange rectangle behind it, which contains more black ahead.

Strange... the black behind her is covered in white clouds, and neighboured by pure white to the left of it. But who is she?

She rests on her black leather chair, accompanied by more squares; this time resting on silver, mirror-like staples. From this angle, blackness lies in front of her. But in the set next to her, the first brown and black combination returns.

To the left, there's an inner prism fronted by a black-bordered orange square. What's inside? Only she knows.

Where was I?