So it was the first time I was going to live alone. What led to this decision was that my earlier landlady was increasing the rent to 13k for a 7x7 sq. ft. room which was on the fourth floor, food and electricity included. That is Delhi for you.
Anyways now I had a deadline of 15 days before I was going to be technically thrown out of that PG, yeah my landlady was evil! So the room hunt began, but being new in Delhi I had a certain lack in the list of probable roomies. This problem was solved by some unofficial DU website that worked as a yellow page for us students as well. And there it was Rs. 4000 for 2bhk above Mcdonald, kamla nagar. Water and electricity bill excluded.
From where I was coming that sounded like a pretty sweet deal. It was walking distance from my college, no more early morning dhakkas in public transport. It was all very encouraging. And there was your comment Molly, contact me. And that I did, I started talking in English cause I duck know why?
Anyways at that time I was trifling with some other options too, called them with no or little response. We set up to meet at McD after college, I went there with Aish one of my good college friend, didn't want to go alone.
In first sight, I was like we are not gonna match up, that stylish haircut that covers one of your eyes (Didn't get its point ever), that outfit that looked quite thought upon. But then I saw those converses, same as mine, just red unlike my green ones. I was slightly hopeful after that. And there was your other friend Donna who well I can hardly count as a roomie. (I saw her like 3 times a month)
I kind of knew I was not gonna gel up with Donna but I thought one roomie was enough. You told me that the room you saw was too costly and you couldn't find one more roomie so we were going to see new rooms.
The room search led me to places that would hardly be counted as human friendly. There was this fifth floor flat that was filled with Pigeon shit and pigeons. Finally we found a place that had a co-habitable number of pigeons and mice. It could be turned into a place that we could survive in.
The first night to stay came, it was good. I didn't mind you as a roomie, you were quiet, didn't meddle in. Soon we were having coffee on the same bed and watching movies on my laptop. I bragged about having gelled up so well with a stranger to my best friend, my crush.
And then you had a fight with Donna, I supported you. She was the one in wrong, so were you though. Soon she stopped picking your calls. And you made me call her as she was behind on the rent. She met you, you both reconciled and now I was the bad guy. I had pretty amazing friends that kept me out of the house most of the time. I am really thankful to them.
Soon I could see the real you, the one who craved attention. The one who would spent two hours on her hair and face just to post a self taken photo on FB with a sappy caption. I dont have much liking for extreme superficial people. I saw how you judged people on their clothes. How lonely you were and I had a slight inkling why so.
What actually made me hate you was how you were the sweetest person upfront and the meanest, rudest when you'd text me or whatsapp me. I'd be like say that to my face bitch!
I still remember that 200 words essay you send on whatsapp about the dishes under my bed. I hadn't been in the room for weeks, I couldn't wash them online, now could I? I did apologize too. And you sounded like you will die if they weren't washed.
The last straw was the stealing of my ATM card, I "dunno" if it was you or your friends, but since 500 bucks disappeared off my wallet again, I bet it was you.
So when you said you were thinking about moving out because the place wasn't cool enough to showoff to your friends, (yeah you said that!) I had one thought in my head. I am never ever ever ever, ever moving in with you.
Love and shit,
Your almost ex roomie.
