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THIS FLAT IS OUR FLAT<br />
Dimly lit, sparsely furnished and<br />
small – this was flat number 14<br />
when I walked in for the first time.<br />
Accepting this new reality, I entered<br />
my room. My parents were with me<br />
surveying the place like I was.<br />
I can live here, I thought, confident in my independence.<br />
It’s not until those last ‘goodbye’s and ‘have fun’s that it sank in –<br />
I was in a strange place, with utter strangers.<br />
I’d heard plenty about hostel life from my older sister. But I<br />
guess it’s fair to say there is a great difference between living<br />
in a dormitory on a campus crawling with twenty thousand<br />
something students and this, here.<br />
I suppose the first thing that struck me about my situation<br />
was the sheer unfamiliarity. The bed was different, the air was<br />
constantly warm and humid, the water (dear God, this water)<br />
was bitter – there’s no end to the things I started to point out.<br />
Nothing was the same as it was back home and it got a little<br />
overwhelming in the beginning – homesickness was an<br />
eventuality. But then I saw the flip side. This was not a time<br />
for uncertainty, this was a chance to be truly independent and<br />
put my upbringing to the test.<br />
Today, as I write this, it is nearly sixteen months since that<br />
first, unnerving day – and heavens, it’s been a journey. There<br />
have been great times, some average times and some<br />
downright unpleasant times that threaten to drive a person up<br />
many a wall. Every part of it has become a memory.