Tuesday, December 14, 2004

The end of an era

In the start of 2002, I convinced some friends from across the city, and we moved into Apt 2011. It was supposed to be a refuge and a shelter for like-minded people, and it was all going good, until 3 months back, strapped for cash, we inducted another roommate. And it went well, but for-and-against allegiances started to form. And 3 days ago, the shit hit the fan.
We are still living at the same place, but the drift is evident. The evenings are melancholic, almost depressing. The confusion is mind blowing. Mistrust is taking roots, and the channels of communication always strapped for time, are closing off. We avoid talking about the incident, but it is everywhere.
I have lost my sense of space, privacy and refuge, essential components that took months to establish, gone in one evening.
2011 was the talk of the town, the bachelor's hangout, where the married came to party every once in a while (much to the dismay of their wives). The eid milan parties, watching cricket matches the whole night, the barbecues, the episodes with our neighbors - sweet memories, no doubt.
I would like to remember the good parts but the way things are going, the ending will not be one of them. And right now, I am too exhausted to boost my mood and look at the bright side. And all out of motivation to try and repair the damage that has been done.