Before you start your journey with Awan, I would like if all of you read my note about it.
The password is “sister” (Ignore the quotation marks)
17th August 2016
Hello shaqiqa! How’ve you been? It’s been 18 years since we talked, that’s sad I know but I’ll surely talk to you more often from now on. 🙂 To start with our introductions, I’ll go first: I now live in India, isn’t that awesome? I came here just a few days ago. As you know our country has an active civil war which is just getting worse and thus our parents decided that I should stay away from all of it. Amongst all the places that we could afford, India was better than the rest. No complaints though, I’m happy over here. Last 9 days have been great! (Until today, of course) My hostel room over here is wonderful, I share it with 2 guys- Naveen and Azure. Naveen (aka the buffoon) is the heart of our entertainment. The TV room is always packed with students so unsurprisingly it’s out of our list of places to hang out. It’s our hostel room where we hang around most of the time and Naveen is the one who makes us not want to count the tiles on the floor or the petty cracks on the smoggy walls of our building. Long live the buffoon! Azure, on the other hand, is a bit shy. Like me, he’s new to this country. He’s from Iraq by the way, next to our Syria! We’re the only people he talks to, all day. So far we made many acquaintances since we have to spend 4 more years together (That’s how long it takes to do engineering in India.) and it’s great to know people from so many different cultures and traditions. Oh, it’s so selfish of me to talk about myself, I’m sorry. Let’s get to know you.
Here’s what I know about you: You’re beautiful, you’re elder to me because I want to call you didi. Didi is what they call an elder sister in Hindi. I like our Arabic term ‘shaqiqa’ too but didi sounds cute, doesn’t it? So, you’re…Uh… Let’s say 22 y/o, not too old and not too young. (PS don’t worry I’ll never mention your age again, promise) Now, you must be wondering why I need an imaginary sister as my diary. It’s due to
- You’re not my “imaginary” sister, you’re my “only” sister! This brings me to the reason why I’m not happy today.
- Yesterday was a holiday on account of something called “Rakshabandhan”.
The term being completely foreign to me and Azure, Naveen explained us it’s meaning and I still couldn’t completely get it. But the general idea is that the sister of a brother ties her brother’s wrist a string that translates in Sanskrit to “a knot of protection” and the brother promises to protect her and I guess you understood the meaning and also the reason why I suddenly needed a sister. Today looking at the hands’ of the guys in my classroom I felt envious. It brought all the mixed feelings I ever felt about other people having siblings and me having none, burst out all at once. I kept my peace all day but now that I couldn’t sleep- the clock says 1:23 a.m.- I had to do something and this is how I’m gonna fill in the empty space of my life.
Hush, I’m back. I went to wash my face. You know, I love the feeling of living on my own, oh the responsibilities that I have *sigh* I wish I could tell you all about it now. But tomorrow I’ve to wake up early, water supply is limited from 6-6:30, so good night! Happy dreams. See ya soon.
PS- The idea of having an imaginary sister as a diary is inspired by my own life. 😛
The next part would be posted next Tuesday, stay tuned!
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