Dedicated to my lovely roomie
Already had a sister when I was in my mother’s womb, who, when she came to drop me off at Goa, left me in the good hands of another.
My roommate and I, joined a completely alien world of college together, and somehow hit it off without even trying. There’s much that’s perfect in this imperfect globule of dust and water, and she aligns into my life as exactly that.
We complement each other. I wouldn’t know how to expand myself to half the population in the college which is Marathi, but for her. I’m not an introvert, but I am reserved. In order for me to be able to be sincere to people, I open up to only a few. Then there’s her, one among the sweetest and more genuine and caring of our species, who helps me be a nicer version of myself to others.
Things aren’t all rosy, we’re opposites too. You see, it rains cats and dogs in Goa, and while I adore those pretty creations of God, she’s scared of ‘em both. (doesn’t even let me let Seven in the room *sighs* )
At night, when I’m off to bed without brushing my teeth, she’s the elder sister in charge, telling me to get off my lazy ass and make it to the basin. But then I also see this lil girl, running out of the room screaming but it’s no harlem shake.. and somehow the very girl who woke up the entire house in the dead of the night on seeing cockroaches, becomes the tough girl battling spiders under her desk for her (here, I am the tough girl, tough girl is me).
My own mother would disown me due to my 5 o'clock alarms that woke me up only to get back to another sleep, yet she tolerates them. And me.
You get the idea; we get by alright. Or better than alright.