bullet-proof chappatis, bread and jam
the local bakery, a luxury.
5 girls in an auto to the nearest cinema hall
popcorn, coke and the total divided by 5 to the last 50 paise.
waiting for calls from home between 7 to 9.30 pm
and for money every month with a short note from dad to study well and to use money prudently.
girls on the steps
applying henna on each other and all kinds of face packs.
burning the midnight oil and feeling hungry
dinner being served too early.
sneaking into friends’ rooms with a torch after the curfew hours
searching for food.
trying to bring everything from home during vacations,
needle to pen and a lot of eatables.
attacking the supply of foods of friends
who visit home frequently.
counting the days to go home
only 74 days left to go home
washing clothes every weekend on the stone slabs
singing the latest hits at the top of our voices.
perfecting the art of mango plucking and
the escape from the warden
stealing vegetables from the garden
and cooking it using candles.
maggie, soaked it hot water
wai-wai straight from the pack.
christmas secret friends and
small notes to her with the left hand.
sharing a room with two more people
yet respecting their space.
accepting people from different places,
languages and habits.
going to barista and coffee day outlets once in a blue moon
and feeling cool.
walkman and audio cassettes
rewind and forward with a reynolds pen to save battery.
reading MBs in candlelight
sleeping off while waiting for the love scene
waking up to see my bed on fire
going panicky and waking up roomie in the lower bunk
pouring water, dipping the pillow in the sink to put the fire off
calling friends from other rooms and sharing the tragedy
laughing out loud on seeing the thrid room mate blissfully asleep amidst all the commotion.