And finding a Den!
So a refreshing nap wakes us up and a nervous family of two daughters and a father starts a run for PG hunt with an agent. He takes us to show some flat first as I was insisting to see flats too. The first flat he showed was near to collapsing. For the first time I felt; how much efforts does it take to make a four wall structure a home. We saw two flats and rejected both.
So he took us to this PG which has rooms of size like a matchbox. I was wondering with what plan in mind this agent was showing this to us. I was disheartened by now and choking while uttering even a yes or no. Then he showed us the last option which was a flat with a family where they gave 2 rooms our of 3 for PG to 7 chicks.
Four in one room and 3 in other. This option was a relief for us, in the hindsight dad, me and sister all agreed at once to book it. Through further talks we got to know, the Man of the house runs the PG and do a share market thing at home. So we can call him house husband. Lady i.e the wife was off to office. They were a south Indian family; something related to Kerela i guess.
He was quiet professional in taking PGs, asked for photographs and offer letter. I never saw this happening in our NCR. Seriously we are so sweet!
OK yeah, it is stupid mostly.
Hence, dad pay him money and informs that we will be shifting tomorrow only. That is when i realise; Shit! I will be alone from tomorrow with Malyalis and Gujaratis.Fuck!
Anyways, I tell myself that I am going to be alone. I can do anything. I can have late nights, I can have endless chats over phone and an endless roaming on streets for shopping.
Voila!!
This makes me fly like a Hawa hawai and we leave for guest house but we take a small walk around guest house and enter a park. The park has gurls roaming alone at night. You got to be kidding me! How can gurls move around so late in night. Dad, me and sister; we three were surprised to the core.
Yes This is Gujarat!
And I, now, welcome myself ..:-)
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