Anyways, the girls and I started bonding. I have an inbuilt "bitch radar," you know—I can sense negativity around me, and I'm telling you, all three girls were the meanest women I've ever encountered, which we know is the type in women that I hate the most. But I believe I have a matured sense of making adjustments and by then, I had become good at making friends. So, we did chores together, partied together, and I even made friends with their friends. Friendship rules in that environment were so different and crappy; I still don't quite understand why. Despite that, we managed to get along for about 3-4 months. The hatred was mutual—those three hated me, and I hated them back, but always with a smile on our faces. The only thing I'm thankful for is that they introduced me to their friends, and I'm still friends with them to this day, though I haven’t spoken to the girls since. (The good part is coming, Muskan, keep reading!!!)
The girl living in the other room, Muskan, seemed like a very loud person, and I always preferred to talk less with her because I couldn't tolerate that pitch. But one day, she asked me to go shopping with her (just because no one else was available). We went out, and unexpectedly, we kinda hit it off. We started going out more often. I told her how much I hated her, and she told me how much she hated me. Once I separated her from those two girls, I realized she had a good heart but was very gullible. We became friends and decided to move out and get our own place. We were still doubting this decision but we also desperately needed a vibe change. So 2 broke girls moved in a 1BHK apartment!!!
From packing to unpacking, it was like riding an emotional rollercoaster. We made the place our home. We set up a canopy in the living room in front of the TV for movie dates, hung fairy lights all over the ceiling, and decorated the walls with cute paintings, so many DIY misshapes and Muskan's study charts. It was a total vibe zone!!! We hardly used the bedroom, I guess ;) I use to leave cute and motivating notes for her on the mirror before heading to the office. She would wait for me to come home every day. We had so many plans lined up after moving into our new home—parties, brunches, disco nights, starting our own YouTube channel, routine blogging, and so much more. Living together felt like a marriage. We never even started checking off our bucket list. The home, the vibe, the food, her whining about the day as I came home—with a glass of wine ready as the clock struck 18:30. And if I was a minute late, I'd end up with a million missed calls and texts. It wasn’t just me and Muskan living there—Monica, Rachel, Phoebe, Ross, Chandler, and Joey lived with us too. No matter what we were doing—whether it was lunching, sleeping, arguing, gossiping, drinking, cooking, cleaning, or even having guests over—"Friends" was always playing in the background. It became more than just a show; it became a part of our lives.
She cooked, and I cleaned. She’s rational, and I’m patient. She’s a crybaby, and I’m the emotionless bitch (according to her). She’s straightforward, and I like to let things go as much as I can—we’re so "made for each other" types. I was set in my ways, but she was the bold one. I did and said things I never thought I would. I’ve always been a peacemaker, but with her, I’m a different person. I enjoyed our silly fights and the fact that I could win her over with a sub, lol. Basically, she’s my platonic wife!!!
Last year, the month of August was really crucial for me. Muskan and my other friends moved out of Indore for good, Drashti was about to move to London, I realized that my decision to live alone went terribly wrong(1st stupid decision). I got betrayed by some of my dearest people, faced workplace hardships, got stupid enough to almost withdraw my resignation for someone I considered special (2nd stupid decision), suffered the consequences of that decision, and above all, the special person I was counting on—broke my heart. Wow, BT!!! It all went by because I had her—at least virtually—and that made a difference. Now it’s August 2024, and I wonder how our lives have changed entirely. But no matter what, we always manage to whine about our lives every night, IST—which has become my favorite hour of the night. I would give anything up to move back in with her. Muskan is also in London for higher studies now. Drashti and Muskan both study at the same university, though they don’t get along so well. I’m the bridge between my two girlfriends there.
PS: Officially exploring virtual reality with all my galsss now. Posting this blog on the promised date. See you tonight!!!