Permanent Roommates
They say, your life is pretty sorted when you move in with a good roommate. Having shared a room a few times till date, I have never had any trouble adjusting with anyone. Living in a separate room right from the time I can recall my past, it was only after I entered teenage that I got my brother as my roommate. Being an elder sister was a bane at times, but I liked living with him. Spending time with him behind the close door, I got to know myself better. Playing pranks on him was my favorite part. His disturbing me every time I sat for studies,drove me insane.
There was a break between us once I moved to hostel. Living with a senior in first year was again fun. She was the coolest senior I could get. Loving me like her own sibling, caring for me like an elder sister, I actually missed her presence while she was away at home. Came second year and I moved to a single room, trying to live by myself, once again. Life was super fantastic at Trivandrum when I had my bestie Sugandha as a roommate. Though we were very close, we had never shared room. In spite of a hectic schedule throughout the entire training, we managed to have fun. A lot of it. I was back home after the training finished. Yash was waiting with open arms to welcome back his roomie. Next two years were again fun filled, but accompanied with serious fights. You see, its difficult when you have grown up but your sibling has just come of age. And it is even more difficult when you have a love life and your sibling doesn't. Pillow fights and verbal abuses were never ending, though my parents were happy we had ended the physical abuse.
Getting married was a turning point in life. I was going to get another roommate and a permanent one this time. Well, it had to be more than just a roomie. A flatmate to be precise. I had always wanted a friend rather than a typical husband. Though the initial talks reflected a pleasant stay, I however was apprehensive.
Three years back, when I moved to my home in Bhubaneswar, I was quite unsure how was I going to live my new life with the new person. Along with the inhibitions about Vinod, I also was suffering from performance pressure. 😀 The first and foremost rule of a good roommate is that both of you are on the same page. Very soon I had realized that we indeed were trying to be on the same page. Vinod was there, trying to be the friend I had been searching for. His adaptive nature helped him become a friend, a mentor, a comforter, along with the husband that he is. I found in him everyone that I missed. We run across the house, host pillow fights, irk each other to no end. He compensates Yash's absence. We watch n number of sitcoms, movies and what not. I tell him all that happens with me for the whole day. We eat maggi at midnight. At times, we even go hungry and curse our lives, when none of us is interested in cooking. He makes me forget missing Sugandha. He has comforted me a lot many times whenever I have needed his support. He has wiped my tears, uncountable nights when he found me sobbing and wailing after I had issues with my husband or missed my family. I have started taking a keen interest in cricket and eagerly wait for a match to watch together. I have been on uncountable rides with him even at odd times when I was in no mood to. We have also had numerous first hand experiences in life together.Seldom, he becomes a messer and I sort out things he has messed up. Often,I behave childlike and he becomes my guardian. Above all,we have been perfect roommates all through. A little of this and a little of that in exact proportion.
Vinod, I do get irritated when you listen to the blaring music. But the moment you lock me up in the washroom while I have been in, it fuels the child inside me. I don't like to cook any day. But when I see you waiting for me with a cup of coffee and a plate of maggi after a long and tiring day, I feel energized just by that very sight. I don't like doing laundry. But when you involve yourself in other household chores, it gives me inner peace. 😎 A perfect roommate is not the one who never has issues with you. He is the one whom you have lots of issues with, yet want to stick up till eternity. Thanks for being that perfect roommate. 💗💗
There was a break between us once I moved to hostel. Living with a senior in first year was again fun. She was the coolest senior I could get. Loving me like her own sibling, caring for me like an elder sister, I actually missed her presence while she was away at home. Came second year and I moved to a single room, trying to live by myself, once again. Life was super fantastic at Trivandrum when I had my bestie Sugandha as a roommate. Though we were very close, we had never shared room. In spite of a hectic schedule throughout the entire training, we managed to have fun. A lot of it. I was back home after the training finished. Yash was waiting with open arms to welcome back his roomie. Next two years were again fun filled, but accompanied with serious fights. You see, its difficult when you have grown up but your sibling has just come of age. And it is even more difficult when you have a love life and your sibling doesn't. Pillow fights and verbal abuses were never ending, though my parents were happy we had ended the physical abuse.
Getting married was a turning point in life. I was going to get another roommate and a permanent one this time. Well, it had to be more than just a roomie. A flatmate to be precise. I had always wanted a friend rather than a typical husband. Though the initial talks reflected a pleasant stay, I however was apprehensive.
Three years back, when I moved to my home in Bhubaneswar, I was quite unsure how was I going to live my new life with the new person. Along with the inhibitions about Vinod, I also was suffering from performance pressure. 😀 The first and foremost rule of a good roommate is that both of you are on the same page. Very soon I had realized that we indeed were trying to be on the same page. Vinod was there, trying to be the friend I had been searching for. His adaptive nature helped him become a friend, a mentor, a comforter, along with the husband that he is. I found in him everyone that I missed. We run across the house, host pillow fights, irk each other to no end. He compensates Yash's absence. We watch n number of sitcoms, movies and what not. I tell him all that happens with me for the whole day. We eat maggi at midnight. At times, we even go hungry and curse our lives, when none of us is interested in cooking. He makes me forget missing Sugandha. He has comforted me a lot many times whenever I have needed his support. He has wiped my tears, uncountable nights when he found me sobbing and wailing after I had issues with my husband or missed my family. I have started taking a keen interest in cricket and eagerly wait for a match to watch together. I have been on uncountable rides with him even at odd times when I was in no mood to. We have also had numerous first hand experiences in life together.Seldom, he becomes a messer and I sort out things he has messed up. Often,I behave childlike and he becomes my guardian. Above all,we have been perfect roommates all through. A little of this and a little of that in exact proportion.
Vinod, I do get irritated when you listen to the blaring music. But the moment you lock me up in the washroom while I have been in, it fuels the child inside me. I don't like to cook any day. But when I see you waiting for me with a cup of coffee and a plate of maggi after a long and tiring day, I feel energized just by that very sight. I don't like doing laundry. But when you involve yourself in other household chores, it gives me inner peace. 😎 A perfect roommate is not the one who never has issues with you. He is the one whom you have lots of issues with, yet want to stick up till eternity. Thanks for being that perfect roommate. 💗💗
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