Roommates - Friends Who Become Family!

If you're even remotely familiar with hostel life, you would know that our roommates are basically the first people we come in contact when we step foot into our college lives. From there starts a roller-coaster journey of laughter, tears, success, failure and so much more.

I'm an Assamese girl and when I met my roommates (one was Oriya and the other one, a Bengali), I was anxious and nervous about whether I would be able to keep up with two massively different cultures. But the experiences I've had were surreal. It all started with awkward introductions and asking each other about likes and dislikes. But after a few days, this awkward phase melts away and more personal conversations start. Gradually these roommates become the family that you crave for in a new city. Hostel life takes you through new experiences and it feels a whole lot better when you have someone to help you through them.

It's not that you won't make other friends than your roommates but discussing what happened during the entire day while lying down on the bed before sleep is something else. It's been three years since I have moved into my room and when I think back about all that me and my girls have been through, it brings back a whirlwind of memories. Be it decorating our room enthusiastically for Diwali, or late night studying sessions before exams, making ,Maggi at 2am together, bitching about how clean our room is as compared to others, telling something scandalous and making each other swear that it shouldn't go out of the room, helping each other wear sarees during Saraswati puja, listening to each other going on and on about our crushes or dates or breakups to the point where we get so emotionally involved that we cry on each others shoulders, helping with doubts during the exam, pretending to sleep and not opening the door when someone else knocks, bringing breakfast from the mess for the one who doesn't wake up on time, fighting about lights or fans or washing the dishes, getting food from home for each other, singing songs at high volume when there is no electricity, celebrating birthdays, taking each others clothes without even asking as if they were our own; this list would never end considering the crazy and weird things we did.

Now that I have only a year left with these two girls, I get a sinking feeling because somewhere or the other, they have helped me grow up and have made my hostel life so amazing that I don't feel like going away. But life goes on, doesn't it?

But one thing I'm sure of, when the day to leave the hostel will come, even though I'll shed tears because I'll miss them so much, I'll still feel good that I found a family in another city; two souls whom I confided in everything for 4 years and who had my back in my most difficult times.