How I met my girlfriends series: Mansi

Okay so this story is as short, juicy, sweet and ticklish as Mansi. Let's pickup from the hostel that Vishva and I were forced to live in. So we moved in--third floor, room no. 307. Each room had four beds labelled A, B, C, and D. I claimed Bed-A, naturally(It was tucked into the corner which put me right next to Vishva' s bed okay and damnn she's a rough and tough women, so full protection). Vishva chose B while Bed-D was occupied by some girl before we moved in and C awaited its new lady. All four beds faced each other in a neat AB || CD formation and there were four separate wardrobes for all four of us, one joint bathroom by the entrance, a big mirror to the left of it. My most favorite spot in the room had to be the bae window--a really small space, just enough to let in some light and fresh air.

Day 1, Vishva, the Bed-D girl(so hawt. thick brows and thick thighs man!!! Me likey.) and I got into talking to know each other better as we had accepted our fate. Soon after sometime a girl moves into Bed-C. Cute little girl, clearly fresh from leaving home for the first time and the youngest among us. We all bonded well. However after a week, the hottie made friends from her town and moved upstairs. Meanwhile, the cute girl began feeling home sick and wanted to move back, so her parents came and took her immediately. Vishva and I were constant to each other.

So few days later to that, a Marathi girl moves in to Bed-C. Long, straight hairs, glasses, introvert and she had a reserved aura. Her parents took off after settling her in. We tried talking to her but all she said was, "Hi, I am Mansi." went back to her bed and was constantly into her phone. Truth be told, things were only okay between me and Vishva and with her coming into the room, we needed a kick start. Something or anything that could help us engage, put some life into our interactions and break the ice, because this unfortunate setup had to work... Days passed by, everything seemed unchanged. Going to the same university, at least Vishva and I had something to talk about. But it was still quite in the room most of the time. 

Damn it!!! telling you the rest of the story is like making a fool outta my self, but its all a part of the process. So the other day, I was chatting with a guy from my class. We were playing a game, where you say the first word that comes in your mind. He suggest, I agreed. The game went on like color, blue... Food, daal-chawal... Sky, stars... love, evil... 69,... I blurted out the name of a boy from our class. To my surprise, He got pissed and I don't know, just left my message seen--what did I do wrong? I simply mentioned his name because the day before, I noticed the number 69 embroidered on the trousers he was wearing and it caught my eye(Yes, I was clueless about what 69 meant; I was quite naïve back then. I need not to explain more.) I felt weird and this is the time when I ask people, did I do something, because I was Sheldon when it comes to human contact okay!!! So I turned to Vishva, I told her what happened and she started laughing. Mansi overheard us talking and couldn't resist. Tuesday morning, as we were getting ready for college, I casually dropped the laughing bomb, unaware if it was even a "thing." I stood there clueless, waiting for them to fill me in on what had happened... What did I do now???

Vishva told me what it meant and damn it!!! it wasn't even a month at my new college and I was already a gossip. I had to clear it out with both the guys, more laughter, more making fool of myself. But anyways, in that moment we realized, Mansi was not as innocent as she seemed. The jaw aching laughter and tears broke the ice and people just kept smiling at me for a few days. One thing led to another and four years later we are inseparable and best of friends. She is like the camera person in my life. Thanks to her, I have become super confident about my body--so much that I am shameless now. So, Vishva, Mansi and I are a trio. Mansi looks like cinnamon and she is, I look like cinnamon but could kill and Vishva looks like she'd kill and she actually can!!!

And that's how I met Mansi!!! All three of us have a unique bond with each other but we are stronger together. We fit in so perfectly that life seems easy with them having by side you know. Right now, we all are in the different corners of the world but, damn we have got each others back... They bring out this wild, devilish side from inside of me or what I don't know, but I just can't keep calm when I'm around them. They literally know everything about me, acting like my human journal. Mansi completes the bond between Vishva and me in a way I can't quite explain. I have a feeling that Vishva would agree too... Mansi added that bubbly element to the group. She is also an animal person like us and a mom to two handsome German Shepherds Leo and Jeo. I am naughty I accept it, but I stand nowhere when Mansi and Vishva starts talking dirty. I steal Mansi's GIF replies and Vishva's stickers responses. I cherish each and every moment spent with these women(They make me wet). 

I miss the dance sessions at the hostel, The bike rides on baby, Sunsets in Gandhinagar, Streets of Infocity, The Adda, Matarani stall, sound of Mansi's laughter, Vishva's way of cursing people, Our entire Goa trip, and you guys... Though I know I am gonna see you in less than an hour. Still feeling a lot of FOMO on that 'Button Story' and your trip to Dalhousie drove a knife through my heart. Y'll already know where Vishva is, Mansi is in Canada for higher studies. 

I have a guest appearance on my blog today, here's a special message for Mansi from Vishva, 

"From room 307 to the airport, our journey did start,

In rollercoaster rides, we felt life's beating heart.

Chai, dogs, and Aayushi, our world was complete,

From sidewalks to sunrise's, our mischief began.

From that long talk in Ahmedabad's gentle breeze,

To see you soar high, with laughter as our fees.

From Mirzapur's tales to Dalhousie's warmth so near,

In heart-to-heart talks, our truths did appear.

So here's to our friendship, enduring and true,

With laughter and love, forever renewed.

The  feel  of  my  fingers,  touched  your soul,

In mischief and mirth,  forever  we'll    roam."

As  Aayushi  said  you  complete  the  bond between  me  and  her, I can't agree more. we  love  you and Happy Birthday babe!!!


PS: Get your world rocked. Lots of tickles and waterworks!!! <3

 

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