Moving Out

Moving Out

By 6 in the morning tomorrow, it'll be a week since I moved in here. Contrary to the lies I told my friends, it took little to make my parents agree. Thanks to my brother's ways of convincing mom and my excellent room mates.

My first day here, I just came. I don't know.. it didn't feel very different or anything as I expected. Yes, I had a lot of apprehensions about the sharing concept.. like.. what if I lose count and eat more biscuts than my one third share.. will it be bad and all.. they didn't last long.

Hahha.. first thing I checked out as soon as I came here weren't the cupboards or the balcony with a lovely sunset view.. I went into the kitchen.. I didn't do anything much, just boiled a little water.. and that was enough. It was clean, cosy, had a few necessary utensils.. none too much to arrange or manage.. just enough and just properly used.. not too new and not too old. It felt like I belonged there. Everytime I wash the dishes there or cook.. as Anu says for hours and hours in my usual slow motion.. I'm humming tunes inside.. or smiling and thinking of nice stuff.

And then there were the shelves.. the lots and lots of empty book shelves, all neat and ready to show off my books. It was such a joy filling it up.. arranging my economics books, hard and spiral bound note books.. and the many little note books full of scribbles in the shelf.. and then there was a square cut stone pen stand I brought from home that went so cosily in.. it just fit there.. hah! And there were my oil pastels and ink pot and all that.. Honestly, I love keeping them there, looking at them and all so much.. that even though I know noone would want to read these pink simple details.. I just have to write it. They were the first things I arranged and while putting them in their new place, every bit gave me a feeling that I'd like to remember for a long time. Because it was a feeling new and nice. Lol.. I'm so damned proud of each thing in that shelf.. it's like a pot or a greeting card I've spent ages on and finished. Best part- it hardly took a couple of hours to put it all.

And then it was evening, I was alone and there was the balcony.. I just stood there, gazing and sighing.. sigh! Believe me, it's a mini-heaven in there. There's always this cool breeze blowing.. and there's the untrafficky main road we can see.. and beyond that.. unobstructed sky. It's tough to find it in the city.. but man, from our place.. you could see the horizon and the sky vertical and horizontally unobstructed :D!!!

Oh and now you come to a very ventilated room shared by the three of us with sunshine pouring in.. I stay at a double bhk flat.. and there's another room too.. except, all three of us like this room too much to go there.. it's just bright, airy and warm.

And then comes the best part, my roomies.. :) I doubt if any of the stuff I had written would even come close to positivity if my roomies weren't so good. It's like this.. any place is made pretty by the people we are with. When you live with a person you dislike, every minute at home can seem restless. Every little moment of entertainment can seem like an escape. And it blotches the entire memory. Though you can block them out, you cannot block out your guilt for not inviting them to the party or your annoyance for them never being able to be a part of the happiness you share with your other inmates. They will be a "but..." in the essay and mind, I guess.

Hahha.. now my roomies.. are fun, ethical people and pretty caring too. We sometimes go out for walks in the evening time.. and we look at the sky and rocks and talk about it.. talk about ourselves.. open up a bit.. close soon.. but still opening up even a bit to a one week stranger in your house is cool enough. And then we frequently cook together.. watch movies together till late night.. tease each other and all.. and if probably time froze at any point of such times, I'd rush to get a camera and take pictures of them, their 36 teeth showing smiley faces and the weird expressions they sometimes keep and then I'd take another picture of all of it together.. All three of us smiling, standing. I'd be in a corner, I still don't belong with them as completely as the place I live in.. But I know and I hope, strongly that I will. Because it's nice to be a part of their group. Happy, simple and self-reliable people.

Btw the road where I'd go out for walks.. that road.. I really don't know how to say it.. but it's scantily populated.. has nice pavements and if we walk just a little further.. there's a little lake and a small park to the right and to the left there are rocks and small boulders in bushes.. and from there you can see the view I like best- sexy sunset sky in all purple, orange, pink with hints of darkness and pale stars and the moon.. I like it here!