Dear Janet

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Dear Janet,

I hope this is your name! Because if it’s not, then this was a terrible way to start the letter. Anyways Janet, Welcome to Me!

Hold on, before we start, cue Jailhouse Rock!

Now, I could go on and on about things that I use and my peculiar way of using them but then again, that’s just surface-level information, like ingredients on a shampoo label. And if you are gonna live with someone for at least a year, then you deserve to know more, like – is the shampoo vegan and cruelty free?

So, without further ado, let’s go ahead:

I love change and trying new things because how do I know what I want if I don’t know what I don’t want. This is probably why I have been experimenting these last few months with my lifestyle, my environment, my social circle, my everyday routine and, most interestingly, my hair. From pink to blonde to ash – I’ve been there. To me it says – keep experimenting; if you don’t like where you’re standing, then move, you’re not a tree. The most important lesson it has taught me is that even if everything goes wrong, I can still pull myself back up and start again.

I cannot stress on this enough, when I say that learning and teaching go hand in hand for me. Unusual facts about the cosmos or things like, how the universe was made, keep me awake at night. So, don’t feel weird if I share a random fact about ramen or ask you to teach me basic entrepreneurship.

Also, on a side note, Gina Linetti from Brooklyn Nine-Nine is my favourite fictional character. She’s like the Paris of people, the human form of the hundred emoji.

If you ever get back from a math lecture with a severe migraine, fear not, for I will be here for you. 15 mins with my hands on your head and you’ll feel the blood gushing through your veins again. The secret you may ask, is recognising the intense pain points from my own experience, and trying to transfer all of my positive energy to those areas.

Imagine you coming back from studying late at the library and you hear a loud scream coming from our room. You enter the room and you see me: the victim, hiding behind the bed paralysed with fear and the culprit on the windowsill acting all innocent: a pigeon. So, my word of advice: please don’t leave open windows unattended.

Assuming you’ve seen my profile, you know that I’m from India. This means, I love eating butter chicken, dancing to Punjabi songs at midnight, and wearing kurtas and skirts. Feel free to join in on the fun during Diwali and Holi.

Lastly, despite all my strange qualities, I am still the person you can count on for Netflix recommendations, midnight super market runs or matching outfits.

So, tell me, am I good bargain?