Pune diaries
Having lived in homes for the best 50 years of my life, keeping everything, important, or not, under lock and key, in hostel living, turns out to be not so easy a task! Needless to say, I gave up after a week ( it's easier to trust blindly).
And locking the room door everytime, you leave the room, even if it was just to visit the common washroom, is a bit tedious.
I thought I was the only one who must keep forgetting things, whole climbing down to the mess.
Either I've forgotten my glass or spoon or water bottle, or soap or like today I even forgot my plate.
I had even started worrying if it isnt onset of dementia.
So just now, I was secretly thrilled to see a young girl first truge down the stairs and then immediately the same head bobbing in an upward climb.
Forgot something? I ask with a kind maternal look.
Sheepish reply: I think I may have locked my roommate out of the room. She was in the washroom..
Yaay, not dementia at least for sure !
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