I never knew that I would be so happy in my hostel. The first morning when I woke up, I was greeted by the sweet confusing sound of birds' twitters. I remember the smile I had on my face. It was a good sign. I was happy.
A wonderful life awaited me. I soon settled down. I did not know that I would be at so much peace.
I started loving it there. I struck wonderful friendships with all my flat mates. It was so much fun. All my appies (apartment mates) were very nice. Each of them were peculiar and I developed a unique relation with all of them.
I won't take their names and leave it to you to guess which is more than easy.
My roomie was so happy to see me. When I came, she had been alone in the room. She was waiting for somebody to arrive. She was praying and praying that somebody 'decent' would come and luckily for her, she did not find me so bad. And then it was perfect. We started having so much fun. She used to make me laugh like mads. For each topic that came up in the room, she had a mad childhood story to narrate. She related what all her blunders she had done with the utmost ease and we used to roll with laughter. Her vocabulary was a great extent similar to mine and this made us bond better. But I repeat, if one thing that will always come across me when I would think about her are all the talks we shared imitating our family members and the ceaseless laughter that followed. And I must say she had the most amazing collection of off-beat songs which just made my collection so much better. It was some fun.
I struck a very nice relationship with one of the seniors. We both felt so close to each other. I felt I had found somebody to share with. I had somebody who I could talk, talk and talk with without worrying that how bored she would get. She was a perfect listener and I could rant and rant to her. She would just listen and let me flow. It was so good to be with her. If in the morning she would not say hi to me, I would feel something was missing. We shared a lot of things and being in the same department helped all the more.
One of my appies was also my classmate. How cool is that!!! No worries about forgetting assignments, time table or missing notes. Both of our belongings complimented each other. Worrying together late night for the next day's submission, sharing readings and notes became the routine. Coming back from class and then sharing the day's frustrations made our hearts so much lighter. We just knew where to land. Soon, we also discovered that there was so much more we wanted to do and we made loads of plans for the next semester which included reading and reading. I was excited.
The next room mate was so beautiful. She had such a strong sense of life. Everything ranging from her first morning tea to her dissertation were so important to her. She used to value everything and commit them with utmost sincerity. She used to enjoy each of her activities. Very particular about cleanliness and used to be very disturbed if our 'tamed' dog Guddu would come on our doorstep or if somebody would dirty the verandah. How mad she used to get. But, but, but the most important thing about her and the trait which gave her her identity was her singing. She was such a sweet singer. She used to sing all sorts of beautiful songs all the time with so much melody and energy. She added so much color and life to our room.
Another of my room-mate was different. She was very quiet, sincere and dedicated. Her simplicity and capacity for hard-work were qualities worth learning. All day she used to study, study and study. Improvement all the time was her aim, it seemed to me. She was also very helpful and generous with her things. In fact, to such an extent that she used to feel offended if I used to thank her for anything in return. With her, I also learnt many sources of learning. She shared with me her books, taught me that lectures could be recorded and preserved and introduced me to the effective use of Internet. I was happy.
After all this, we had a baby to look after for. She was the youngest amongst all of us. Full of energy, boisterous and cheerful, she was an energy baggge. Always ready for a laugh and some serious fun. With her around, nobody could remain serious and her carefree nature was an opposite force on my paranoid one. She was chilled out and would give anybody back, dare anybody say anything to her. She was also fondly named 'didi', our leader. Her 'bindaas' attitude towards life, at times, made me think twice. Apart from that, lecturing her from time to time helped me remember that I was 'elder' to her. FUN!!!
Now, the last person. Though officially she was not our room mate, she can be very rightly called so because she used to go back to her room only to take her bath, or at times to sleep. Talking about her, if you want to meet the nicest human being, meet her. Polite, beautiful, tender at heart and always ready for help, come what may. She used to love to have a laugh also and she used to do so with an open heart. No amount of fun would ever dislodge her and she was most generous with things, taking or giving. A beautiful person.
These people formed the bunch around me. They were the most amazing people with who I could have a laugh, learn and share a strong sense of life. I had found what I was looking for and regained what I had lost. I felt really lucky AND HAPPPIIEEEEE.!!!!!
Thank You!
