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Dear Aditi,

I'm in college. Like real college, not the fake junior college thing I did for two years. No, this is college college where there are deadlines, and stories and memories that are made for a lifetime. Or in my case memories that are made for a day, and then I forget cause I have the memory of a goldfish.

When I had had the idea for our blog, it was because I assumed we would get busy and would have to have a reason to communicate, but I actually got really free in the last two years- so it kind of became a ranting about feelings place. Which is not a problem, not at all. That's an important thing to do.

But now I'm busy, you are busy and we barely talk so I guess I should use this blog for it's initial intended purpose.

Let's talk about my friends. I don't have that many, I never do but I smile at everyone. It's funny because they assume they know me and have forgotten. That is fun. But I have a handful of them, and a few enemies although they don't know that we are enemies.

First is Vaish. She is the one I'm closest with. Very insane. Quite opinionated, but we share the same ones so that's alright. She is extremely savage, but she is sweet through actions and that is great. She also makes food, and is tidy and is ready to be my roommate next year, because who wouldn't want to be my roommate, I'm such a delight???

Then are my roommates, Akru and Aishwarya. Both of them are a year older than me and basically I have become the baby in our room. Some because of my age, a bit because apparently I sleep adorably which I don't get how because I drool in my sleep. Most of it is because I can't take care of myself. Although they aren't like mom level because they don't really bother me about the emotional stuff or like my weird screaming when I'm frustrated and the bring friends to sleep with me on my bed. Honestly, I got quite lucky with these roommate. They are good. I like good.

Now about my neighbours. There are 3 of them who live in the room opposite to ours. All three of them have a stash of matri, hence they are the matri room. In that room they speak more marathi than I have heard all of life living in Mumbai. One of the three actually really dislikes me, because I spend the majority of my time in that room. It's just homely and nice.

Then we can go to the kids in the brothel room. I have not named that room the brothel, they did that themselves and it's quite and accurate description because all the unsanskaari things happen in that room. The two of them however has the most aesthetic room in the entire hostel, maybe because they are such aesthetic people in general.

The only one around my rooms who is also in my class is Krishna. At the beginning I was intimidated by her, because she is smart and cool and also doesn't really smile at anyone except her friends. But she is extremely close to my roommate so we just ended up being really close. We get eachother's dark sense of humour and willingness to die at all times. Also we both keep complaining about how this education system is all a farce while completing our work on time. It's a concept.

There are a couple of other people around college who I talk to including a few seniors, and they all are incredibly cool and stuff. But I don't think I know enough about them to write more than a sentence.

The hostel is supposed to be my home, which is strange because my actual home never felt like one. Somewhere mid 2016, I think, my home became a house. A shelter and a good wifi connection, I guess. I was okay with that for a while until I started making our friends' house into homes. More accurately making them my home. And then I left.

Upasana.