Daddy’s Little Princess

Khushi Qazi
Monday, 25 June 2018

Recalling her experience of sharing her room with her BFF, Ananya Sahu tells us how friendship goes for a toss once you start living together

During our school days, just the thought of living independently, away from home, and sharing the room with our best friend would make us excited. At some point in life we want to move in with our friend and have fun. I also looked forward to staying with my BFF. 

When I came to Pune to study Journalism I dragged my BFF Saniya to join me too. While she pursued Arts, I took admission in Mass Communication. We soon found an apartment that we loved and moved in.  

Saniya was a funny girl. She loved playing pranks on me and cheered me up whenever I felt depressed or homesick. Initially, we would gossip, discuss our love lives, go out every night on drives and even our study hours matched. But soon I realised how different it is to actually live with your best friend. 

Don’t get me wrong, she was a lovely person but she was as lazy as a Persian cat. She never did any household chores. She was born into a very rich and affluent family. Never cooked, or washed anything and not used to living without domestic help. 

Every day, I would wake up early to prepare all three meals and then leave for college. When I would come  back from college I would wash the dishes while she would watch television. I thought she would help me someday but that day never arrived. 

Eventually, it got taxing. I was doing everything, from cleaning to cooking to buying groceries. She would just pay for everything and enjoy with her friends from college. I used to suffer in silence because I thought she is my BFF and it is my duty to take care of her. I kept my mouth shut and that resulted in her treating me like a doormat. 

I am from a middle class family and understand the value of money, but she was a spendthrift. She also showered me with gifts, which initially I appreciated. But later, I realised it was not okay to accept gifts and, more importantly, I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of Saniya  splurging on me.   

Apart from gifts, she started buying expensive things for the house too without asking me and then she would expect me to pay my share. I remember once she purchased LED shot glasses for Rs 3,000 and expected me to share the cost, even though, I did not drink or called any of my friends over. She did this several times, and when I would confront her, she would burst into tears and emotionally blackmail me and occasionally throw glasses and cups on the floor. 

She had a bad temper and was moody too. If we had an argument, she would call up my mom and complain to her. 

When I told Saniya I couldn’t do all the household chores as my exams were approaching, she got furious and called her dad and he sent a nanny for her to cook and take care of her. After that, she started treating me like sh**. She was cold towards me and wouldn’t leave an opportunity to taunt or disgrace me. We fought like cats and dogs. 

I then realised how different it is to live with a friend. In school, we saw each other only for a few hours. We didn’t have to deal with each other’s tantrums/ tempers day and night. But now, we realised how different from each other. 

With so much stress, I scored very less percentage in my examination and my father called me back to my hometown. I had to tell my parents what exactly was going on. They decided to give me one more chance. They asked me to move to a PG and to make my grades better. 

So I told Saniya that I was moving out and gave her a piece of my mind. After several heated arguments and a few broken plates, I moved out. It was a bitter end to our friendship. I felt bad but I could not take it anymore. 

It’s been four years since we parted ways and have not spoken yet. I realised that friends should be just friends, and not roommates. 

I live with my cousin now. Best roomie ever! And it’s never been better. 

— As told to Khushi Qazi

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