1^st week:

Ahem… I wonder what I missed the most in the last 24 hours as I spent them on the second floor of C-14, Vijay Nagar.

My parents dropped me off at the new place, where I had almost struggled to get in, late in the evening by which I was already beginning to feel hungry. Knock on the last door of the alley was answered by the female whom I had seen around a week ago. Naturally I had the expression of “Hey remember me?! I hope you were expecting me by now!” whereas she bore the ghastly expression, “You again! Thought that you were just kidding when you said that you wanted to move into this three seater room with us”

And so from that very moment when I stepped inside the room I could feel the resentment which the other two occupants felt unabashedly. “Cold Stares”… that particular time in my life I literally knew what it really felt like. It’s VERY cold. In order to avoid feeling like a focus of all the glare I began to bring in my stuff which was hardly anything given I had not brought the winter clothing. I tried making few polite conversations with the two but... obviously in vain.

I had an iron cot with a wooden plank to make the hard and strong surface for the bed roll with a chair, a Godrej almirah, a decently sized table which was literally littered with the monster duo’s stuff. Besides that the worlds weakest wooden shelf for. So now you know what I call them when they are not around. The extremely pretty and fair female, the White Monster and the very tall and dark but a striking beauty in her own way from South India, the Dark Monster. Later in the story you would learn that actually it’s the White Monster who is actually evil or so I imagine.

So like in flat 10 mins I’m done with arranging my bed roll (you can easily get one for Rs.280 on Camp Road), “mismatched” bed linen and pillow clothes, bucket, toiletries, footwear, some tid bits which come under cosmetics, some books etc. I still wonder how quickly I was done with that chore which otherwise should have taken me full 3 days which is quite natural at home. But here I knew I did not have anything else to do unless I fancied either to gawk at the monster duo or simply run out of the room that very moment. Not that it was the first time when I was clearing someone else’s dirt but it was definitely the first time when there was no “thank you” coming my way. Guess what, to wipe my table clean I actually had to borrow the monster duo’s duster, which the White Monster lent with utmost reluctance fearing I might never return her that stinking piece of seedy cloth.