Pinky

Moving to a new city from the comforts of my home seemed too heart-wrenching. All my aunts and uncles enlightened me on the horrors awaiting in the administrative capital of Kerala. They were right. I look at every person and place with horror in my eyes because I find everything is different here from the other parts of Kerala. As Iife is full of adjustments and acceptance, I’ve begun to go with the flow and embracing the reality is my forte now.  

The biggest horror of my six-month stay in Trivandrum is our hostel. Everything under this roof- from the intolerable mess food to the scheming hostel warden- makes my life as hellish as possible. If at all, there is one good thing that glues me to this place is just her, my roomie; Pinky. She is my first friend in this totally strange city and only resort whenever I’m bewildered. She has changed my perception that luck and I don’t even know each other. I’ve been absolutely lucky to have found someone like my Pinky Girl.  

They say everything happens for a reason. And I believe Pinky is one solid reason that I’m here for a season. We don’t spend much time together as both of us are busy setting up each one’s lives. Hence, the moments Pinky and I get to literally live in Room No: 205 are fully utilized by us so as to make a basket full of memories together. 

What keeps my roomie exciting is her charisma to make people around her absolutely happy inspite of the personal melancholy she has on her side. Deep within, she is a lonesomest quite contrary to the outward elegance. Of course, this harmless creature considers herself a very strong and resolute woman but only a few knows how feeble she is. 

Whenever I share a slice of my life with her, my non-judgemental lady is all ears and gives valuable inputs to move forward happily. I must say, her cordial advises penetrate into my skull that in turn, helps me to be on the threshold of the most sacred bond ever. 

The vivacity coupled with the sheer perseverance to fight against the system may force the society to give her a radical tag. Apologies because my Pinky just can’t help it!! 

My Dearest Pinku, 

My heartfelt thanks for respecting my Christian faith and leaving the room when I recite my evening prayers. A million thanks for setting a bold life example through your unwillingness to milk the people irrespective of the turbulence you yourself have. I learn from you to be a better girl; a beautiful soul; and a brilliant individual.