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my door looking for a teeshirt, any teeshirt since one of the good things about
winter is that I can wear it without ironing – as long as it is covered by my
sweatshirt. I mentally pick my trousers. Looks like I am all set for my class
tomorrow.
I wonder if Aai and Baba are online, and turn on the computer, the long shrill
connectivity buzz tells me I am online.
Just then Kapil walks in our room, glancing at the screen. “Hi Chave,
going to chat for a little while?”
“Parents online?”
“Yep, uh…are you going to sleep? You can switch off the lights and I’ll
decrease the brightness of the screen.”
“Don’t worry yaar, you know this doesn’t disturb me,” Kapil goes to the
bathroom carrying his shorts and a night shirt.
“Of course, this is less disturbing than your morning gargling sessions.”
He laughs. Kapil is a nice roomie to have. Non‐intrusive, chilled out, easy going
and yet sensitive enough to know when I am in a bad mood or homesick. Those
are the times when he says the most vague, disconnected things in an effort to
make me talk – his way of making me feel better. The only thing I grudge against
him is his morning gargling ritual. He gets up at 5:30 a.m. daily, I mean 5.30 a.m!
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