I was quite skeptical about packing my stuff and moving to this new city for my work. I’ve been there previously and seen how conservative and narrow-minded people were. I then decided to give it a go and reached here. The fact that I had my sibling and a lot of friends already staying here was a sign of comfort for me. Momo Di was one such person who supported me with everything and we both kept gossiping about a lot of things almost every day.
I still have no idea what she found in me that she recommended my name to Samar for writing posts for ‘The Mood Recipes’. I was again skeptical because I had never written blogs or posts previously. I didn’t give it much thought and accepted to give it a try. I just kept writing what life made me write. I did not think much about how good or bad my posts were. However, today I feel that I write good (I’m just guessing that!) after, ‘With Love Moni’ asked me to provide a Guest Post for her.
I had no idea what I should write. I mean I have written a lot about Love and Life and now I’m bored of it. I thought of writing about how I enjoy my independence after relocating to this City or how this city has improved when I compare it to my previous visit, but I realized I wasn’t interested much in writing about that. I finally found my content wearing a Red Wonder Woman Dress right in front of me pinching, slapping and beating me up for no good reason.
Okay I’ll start from the beginning. So, I met someone on the very next day of my arrival. Call her a friend, colleague, companion or whatever. She was a lot like me (less blunt with words though) which might have been the clicking factor in our friendship. She too had moved to this city from another one. I still have no idea how ambitious she is about work or life, but she is, without a doubt, over-ambitious about two things which were exploring the city and eating whatever comes her way.
One thing at which She is, for sure, much better than me is enjoying life and I can say that because nobody but I know my situation and how broken I was when I reached here. She has no idea how much she helped me get over everything. Be it my work place or my day-offs she made sure she disturbed us all and took us to random places. I still wonder what I would have done on my birthday if she was not there to apply cake and cream all over me. Or who would have been there to come along randomly at 3AM on days when I suddenly craved for tea or coffee (Yeah, I know it’s weird!). Not just mine but she is someone who likes to celebrate the smallest things with everyone even if it means sharing a piece of brownie on the side of the road. I have more of her pictures and videos on my phone than mine.
Greatest thing she has ever done to me was she stayed even after knowing about my promiscuous reputation which most girls won’t do. So, I decided to stay every time she screwed up and she screws up things quite often and is totally unapologetic about it. I find my day to be incomplete without irritating her or pulling her cheeks though she thrashes me for it. It’s her who has given me the title of “Aawaara” because of my roadside attitude.
I don’t know for how long we’ll be able to hold back with each other (I hope permanently) but till the time we’re here, I make a promise to be there with her through the highs and lows… And Mugshots too.