This true story goes all the way back when i was in my engineering college…i was in my 3rd semister that year and was in a prestigious engineering college in bangalore….life was pretty good and i was slowly getting used to the hostel life after a dreadful first year….long story short…i broke the nose of a senior who tried to rag me and harass my room mate…
my name is sameer and this is my true story….i was 19 something and with raging hormones and a really bad temper i was pushed into this college and i was forced to take up the hostel facilities as it was compulsory for the first year students….
first year was bad as i mentioned earlier….the second year i either planned to take up a room outside the college or stay with one of my distant uncle’s house…the idea of me living free with my room mates in a rented flat was not appreciated by my dad,infact he thot i would not get good grades and spoil myself….in a way it was true but i knew i had to make a name for myself and more over,my dad was not keen on buying me a bike if i stayed out alone with my friends….so i had to choose the other option(what other choice did i have?)….
i only took up to live with my uncle’s coz i was getting a bike and that meant freedom….and i could always crash with my friends in their flat when ever i could!…they always had a spare mattress for me…i had known about this uncle of mine but i had not met him personally….and he was my “guardian” for the college records….
so i packed my bags and stuff and headed towards my uncle’s house….i had a tough time finding wher he lives coz we dint hav a GPS enabled touch screen phone with us….we were still way behind the cellular revolution!…
after a lot of directions and stop overs,the auto guy dropped me at the said address….it was a narrow lane in an over populated area with tall individual flats kind of houses…my uncle was there to receive me on the street….well,he is my dads first cousin sort of!….i picked up my luggage and walked to the first floor of his flat(infact he owns the building and has rented out the ground floor) lives on the above two floors….i had no idea what i was getting into…i had never lived with any of my relatives….
my uncle helped me get the luggage upstairs and i was greeted by my slightly plumpy chubby aunt at the door…she had a huge smile on her face and seemed damn friendly(i have the way of looking things the other way round)…or was she greeting me with a grinning face and thinking “why have you come to spoil or happy life)…anyways,i was let in and the house seemed cool(as in livable)….i had a small chat with my uncle and aunt i got to know a bit bout thier background aswell…they seemed pretty respectable and my dad had helped him to put up a business here and thats the reason why he was obliged to help me.
After a while i was taken to the upper floor.the staircase was outside and i figured out later that after their daughters got married,they would rent out the upper floor aswell…my uncle had 2 daughters. one was 17 and the other was 21 (riya and priya respectively)
the whole floor was to themselves with 2 bedrooms, a hall and a small kitchenette…
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