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Miss ya

June 14, 2007

Two years back, when i came to bangalore, far away from my hometown, i was apprehensive about being in a new city, away from my parents and starting a life on my own. I was all the more worried about being in a paying guest accommodation and sharing a room with someone else. Having a room all for myself for the first 21 years of my life, i was worried how my roommate would be, how will i adjust with her, etc.

Here, in bangalore, i met her. We got along with each other at the first go. We had similar interests and similar perspectives in many things. We both liked to be independent, we both loved reading, we both had hectic jobs and always came home at erratic hours. She was in fact the person who rekindled my interest in reading and the inspiration for this blog. Though i haven’t met any of her friends in her office, I know all of them and what is happening in their lives and vice versa. There were even instances when we had enlightening conversations late into the night.

We both being single, we spend many lighter moments with each other. When pizzahut announces treat for two, i know with whom will i go to have a pizza, when a romantic movie comes to play in PVR, she knows with whom will she watch it. Despite being single, we both enjoyed whatever was meant for a couple, sans the hassles of a relationship(wow!!!). Once we even went to the nearby barista in our night dresses and had chocolate brownie. I still believe that the guy at the counter served the brownie only because we paid in advance.

We bitched about people who made us sad, we went coochy-coochy about handsome guys in office, we eased out our frustrations by having long conversations, we argued, we laughed, we talked about our dreams and ambitions well past midnight only to realise its too late for bed. She is one girl in my life whom i could relate to, so much. Someone who spoke my language, echoed my dreams and walked the world in my shoes. While other girls talked about boyfriends and husbands, we talked about books and authors. When others went gaga over recipes, we talked about our career goals.

Now when its time for me to move away from this city, i realise how much she meant to me. I will miss you my dear roomie. I hope we will meet each other often in our life to relive all those moments again and again.

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4 Comments
  1. Touched. Cherished. Missed. Reciprocated. Gamut of emotions. 🙂 Loads of love and some prayer to keep you safe and happy.

  2. @pratibha :*) 🙂

  3. I thought friends like me deserved to be mentioned in the report :)kidding 🙂

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