Some Memories I Wanted to Write About
After a long time, I am writing again.
I think I should write about some of my memories. I should begin with the Durga Puja fair, where I truly relished the occasion and felt like I wasn’t going through anything serious at that time. ๐๐๐
Actually, that’s not entirely correct. A better way to put it would be that I was taking a break from friendships. And yes, that phase was a real headache. Still, I somehow always manage to save myself, which is quite predictable. I’m usually right when I predict things.
So, I was at ease—enjoying the jhulas and the stalls selling toys, ice cream, and fast food at the fair.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
I think that’s enough about the Durga Puja fair for now, but there’s more I want to write.
After the fair, we decided to rent a room for our studies, to manage ourselves better, and to improve our skills. We actually did rent a room, and I’d like to describe a few incidents from that time.
The owner of a closed hostel offered rooms for rent, and many people came and occupied them. Our room was on the third floor of a five-story building. There were six rooms on that floor, numbered 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, and 23.
Three girls stayed in room 18, and I stayed in room 19. Room 20 had benches, room 21 had beds, and room 22 had previously been a computer room but was now occupied by a teacher. He was a government school teacher who had taken leave for a few years and was working in network marketing called ModiCare. Later, a family occupied the final room—room 23.
The tenant of room 22, whom we called Bhaiya, was the only person we truly bonded with.
We mostly spent our time relaxing there. Among the three girls, the eldest worked for an insurance company, the second one was preparing for a general competition, and the youngest was in the 12th grade. We didn’t really know much about her, but I assume she was doing well in her studies.
Although we never had proper conversations with them, we often asked for small things just to start a conversation—like a SIM ejector pin, a safety pin, or sometimes even a lemon or a few chilies. Still, despite sharing so many moments, we never really had a meaningful conversation.
These are some of the memories I wanted to share.
Apart from this, I also made some great memories by expanding my online friend circle and building trust. One of my best friends used to call me every single day when my recharge had expired. He knew that I wasn’t calling or talking to anyone else.
I don’t really know what to talk about on calls, but he was the one who called me daily. We talked for at least 40 minutes every day. Honestly, I don’t even remember what we talked about, but we were happy.
Having a best friend like this—someone you’ve never met in real life—sometimes feels even better than having offline friends.
I would like to mention a few names here, as they are some of the best people I have ever met online: Hemant, Bijoy, Nitin, Atul, Vaibhav, Fatema, Floriya, and Ambar. I trust them more than many offline people.
There are some others we are no longer in touch with: Nishant, Shubham, Manvi, Krishna, Garima, Adarsh, Priyanshu, Gloomy, Ojasvi, and Prerna. There may be a few more, but I can’t recall their names at the moment.
During those days, I was completely obsessed with editing, playing chess and Free Fire, and studying as well. I was studying through a pirated batch on Telegram.
Thank you for reading. I’ll try to write another blog dedicated to my best online friends.
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