Roommates.

'Do you want laddus my mom made ? ' 

I'll take one. She seems nice . Dimitri was right.I can adjust with her. And her smile is so warm .

Both of them are nice. They let me sleep and be myself. Somedays we order in. It's great fun when we all eat together. And it helps that we are the same batch, they'll remind me of the things I've to do.

I'm celebrating new year with them. To many more fun new years.

Roommates don't have to tell you everything that happens in their lives. What if they feel I'm being nosy. Let me not ask what is up. If they tell me, I'll listen, it would be rude to interfere.

Is it just me or do we all talk less now.

'Is there anything wrong? ' 

'I don't know what you're talking about.'

It's just in my head.

Things will be better when we get back from home. I'll ask them then. Cause I miss talking.

Oh my room has a new lock.

I've new roommates. Juniors .

I don't have keys. I don't know them.

Whom do I ask, ..without sounding, so lost.

I'm tired from my trip from home.

I should take a bath.

I have other friends. 

I'll ask them what I can do.

They give me everything to bath. I'm thankful , what if they also left. I'm lucky. 

It felt like my tears were warming up the water.

'What did I do wrong ?' was all I could think all through my bath and months to come .

I climbed back up to my room . The juniors had gotten back from their first day at college .

'Hi . I'm the roommate .' I said pointing to my side of the room, talking through a lump in my throat.

" Ohh hiiii. Do you want Nippattu I brought from home" 

"No . But Thanks" I smile.

I write this down two years later. So I can finally forgive my first real roommates and myself . I never got to hear their side of the story. They never wanted to say. So I guess we will never know.

I'll forgive them for making me believe that people always leave. For giving me insane attachment and trust issues . I'll forgive myself for believing that I'm the reason people always leave .