Floating in my head are the times we spent sitting at the college back gate on a cold delhi morning. All of us huddled together and sipping on chai that the hostel guy would get for us. Discussing last night’s exploits, Ira and lectures that we planned to miss on the pretext of rehearsals. And then Puja would shoot a Dylan song in the air while all of us listened and made fun of each other, at the same time . Anu and I joined forces against the self proclaimed retard, Ambika and the rest would start thrashing me, with words like Pseudo, chappal rebel resonating in the air. All we cared about was catching concerts, plays and movie festivals happening in the city. Gorging on street food came a close second. Ours was a world saperate from the rest. 15 girls cooped on one spot at the backgate while the rest buzzed by, stopped to tie their shoe laces or disappearing into the hostel dhaba to emerge in the next few seconds, armed with chai and samosas, briskly walking towards their classrooms. The slow life, the nice life, the life that was punctuated by inanimate hours on the bed, dreaming and listening to music after a hard, hard day. I spoke too many lies to protect my moments. Ditched plans, made up stories, got hated and then got hated a little more.
hell guys i miss you sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!
and my li'l Room, you too!
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