I am your “guest”, though a Paying Guest, but you never treat me like one!
The big city life is nothing to joke about. I wish I could go back to my small town but who am I kidding? I would be so bored there now that I am used to the drama of this mega city! I may not even adjust to the clean air of my town now. I am used to inhaling pollution, and walking in huge crowds, trying not to get pushed off.
It is a game of survival here. It’s like I star in my own fantasy drama show. I do daily tasks as if my life depends on them. I guess I have gotten used to this lifestyle but one thing I will never get used to is you!
Your constant nagging, I can try to ignore but what do I do about your nose that is always in my business?
Everyone comes here to get their own taste of freedom and self-reliance but they face the problem of finding accommodation.
Everyone comes to this city with a different dream. Some come to enrol in good colleges while most come here to search for jobs. Everyone comes here to get their own taste of freedom and self-reliance but they face the problem of finding accommodation.
After a lot of search for a room that is cheap, safe and perfect to be your nest for some years, you think your problem is solved but it’s not. Especially, for girls like me. The problems for me had just begun after I shifted to my dream room.
You have quite literally managed to be the destroyer of my dreams. I came here to get a better education and thus, better employment opportunities. That’s not all. I came here to be independent. All I wanted to do was to take my own decisions, even if they could be mistakes. We live in a conservative society but I thought, such a massive city would have people with progressive thoughts!
You threatened to leave me out if I came late again. Seriously?
Everything was going fine. People are really warm here. Even we didn’t have any problems with each other in the start. But then you started complaining about my behaviour. I got home at 9 p.m. last night because I was caught up in the rain. You threatened to leave me out if I came late again. Seriously? The one place in the dark night I’m safe in, and you would lock me out if you wished to?
I even make it through your late-night radio sessions without killing someone. I am adjusting alright but you have a problem if I bring one of my friends for a few minutes. Tell me, how should I feel about this?
How did you come up with these rules? You come and go as you please, but cannot see if I’m doing the same. If my parents have no problems with me staying some nights at my friends’ place, why do you have them? Who robbed you of your own freedom that now you don’t like mine? I work hard and party hard, landlady. I want to be treated like an adult. You are not my caretaker. You just rent out your room on the first floor to me.
Let me tell you about another rule. There’s supposed to be no smoking in the house but I see you smoking every day.
Let’s co-operate with each other from now on, shall we?
Waving white flags,
Your frustrated tenant.