Room-mating..!

There’s something about a bean bag. The coziness, the structure (or the lack therein), and the color purple. Mostly though, it’s the company and mindset you’re in. Some of my dearest moments in life will be those spent with my dear dear ladybug on the purple couch. Life didn’t give us a chance to be real and official roommates, but it gave us something much better.

We didn’t need to fall in love. And so we did. When I was going to college, I barely knew her. She came when I was almost leaving. We extracted some moments from life. We stopped time, work, and the regular flow of life. We took one week off, and brought that beanbag home. We lay on it, dreamy-eyed, half asleep. It reminded me of the days spent in Rajasthan when the family would all sleep together on the roof, above the desert and under the stars. Well, ladybug and I slept on this beanbag in a college apartment in Gainesville in 2010, with the porch door open, a star or two watching us from the crack in the door.

Who knew that casual and polite conversation could strike such love. Who knew that we’d become such close friends. That closeness is felt even more when we’re geographically so far away. This virtual home of love will serve to remind me of the love we shared, of the love I have committed to her, and of the love that is now within both of us. 

This is a dream home. A fantasy for friendship. Shahjahan built the Taj Mahal in Mumtaz’s memory. We have built this home together in the love for each other. Obviously, it is more practical, more modern, but essentially, it is also simply and purely a statement of everlasting love.

Dear World Wide Web, thank you for providing this accommodation for two love kittens that could not fulfill their dream of being true roommates, but did not give up on their dream.

We loopholed it…! We live here together until the end of internet…!

143 Virtual Home, The Purple Bean Bag, blogspot.purplebeanbag.com, World Wide Web- 4eva