Reminiscing about my time in Hyderabad when I started working for Infosys and had to live in a PG.
Our group comprised of 4 girls in the same flat, with 2 girls in the adjoining flat. Two girls from Delhi, One from Faridabad, One from Mumbai, One from Kerala and me from UP.
The language we spoke with each other was pure 'hindustani'.
One would say 'Oye', other would say 'Tu kar le', one saying, 'Code mein locha hogaya', me saying 'Uljhan ho rahi hai' and our innocent Malyali friend trying to grasp the 'core' of the whole conversation.
But we always understood each other.
Sharing the same cupboard with my room mate, where left side her 'Krishan ji moorti' and prayer book was placed. Right side my 'Jaanamaz' and Quran were placed. Me and my room mate coming from office at the same time, she did her Pooja and I read namaz in the same room, at the same time.
But we always had the space we needed.
Any of the other friends who happened to walk in the flat, would lower the TV volume and avoid even speaking loud so as to not disturb us. We never asked for it.
But our practices were honoured.
In office, if I worked late, a Jain Friend who belonged to Meerut, would drag me to the canteen at iftar time. Then she would rush to the counters, get me water and snacks but make sure my fast was broken on time. I had the luxury of not worrying I would miss fast time even during my busiest office days.
It's only now I realise the values all these friends of mine grew up with. They were taught to accept and accomodate.
All of them showed how our differences combined, made us special and made us grow in maintaining relationships.
They are still my friends, and they will always be. ❤️
I just hope and pray my children also meet such kindred souls when they go out in this wide world.🥰
- Thought By Me
