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Stories from the bedroom

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When I lived at home, one thing I didn’t have was a room of my own. My sister and I shared a room from when we were little till I left home at 21. In Oman, where we lived till she was 4 and I was 9, we had two single beds and it worked out quite well. I guess being kids we didn’t really mind sharing a room. We would talk to each other in the dark until one of us was asleep. That was also the time when I was scared of the dark. So in a way, it was comforting to have someone else in the room. I remember going on a few sleepovers and visiting friends in primary school and at one point toyed with the fantasy of having bunk beds. Of course, being the older one, I had to get the top bunk. Needless to say, the idea of bunk beds went nowhere with my parents.

Once we moved back to India, we no longer had single beds. Instead we shared a massive king size bed. Sharing a room and a bed was interesting. For one thing, we had to choose sides. I can’t remember exactly how we did it but I ended up on the right side of the bed. I hated it during my teenage years because it felt like I had no privacy. Of course, my sister felt the same. At one stage, we toyed with the idea of sawing this ancient bed in half and making two single beds out of it. Our bed had some sentimental value for mum. I honestly cannot remember what! So in the end, the bed stayed as it was.

It wasn’t all negative though. Sure, my sister read my secret diaries. And knocked on the door when I wanted some peace and quiet. And I annoyed her in the mornings to ask her opinion on colour coordinating my outfits when she was still technically asleep. But in the end, we shared a lot of laughs at night. It was also a time when I was at my creative best making up stories for her. Silly ones but those that would make our parents remind us it was way past bedtime. I also had a lot of fun teasing her for talking in her sleep. Sometimes though, it got a bit spooky when she was asleep but sitting up with her eyes open and trying to talk to you! In many ways, I had control of  ‘our’ bedroom. The walls were plastered with posters of people I loved. In other words, Gilly, Steve Waugh and almost every other Australian cricketer. At the same time, I felt it needed the sporty look thanks to our pink wardrobe and desk a la my mother. {And she wonders why I loathed the colour pink!}

On moving out of home, one of the first things that excited me was the fact that I had my own room. My. Own. Room. No one to share it with. For the first time in 21 years. It was exciting. But then I got homesick for a few months. And crazily enough missed sharing it with my sister. My sleep patterns were out of whack for the first couple of months. But once I found my space on campus, I was fine. Mind you, I still had only a single bed. But it was better than nothing. Share accommodation saw me using mainly single beds. But once I bought my own place, I started to look for furniture to do up my own house. And definitely no pink wardrobes or desks!

Fortunately for me, I found furniture that I love. And four years on they are still going strong. I notice that I like a timber/pine look and all my bedroom furniture and living and dining furniture are of that look. The best bit though? Having a queen sized bed all to myself. Okay. So I share it with a couple of cats. But they still don’t take up too much space. I don’t have to fight for either the right side of the bed or the left. I choose the middle and roll around as I please. With one cat next to my face and the other near my feet. I did share it with my sister when she visited last year. And it was like the old days again. Her talking in her sleep. And us talking till one of us dozed off.

Sometimes I miss that.

Only sometimes.

Have you ever shared a room with a sibling?

Do you have scary flashbacks to the furniture or decor your parents forced on you?

Finally, what were you expecting when you read the title of this post? 😉

Do share! 

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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  • Red Handed
    September 28, 2013 at 11:25 am

    Hehe this was adorable. Well I too never had a room. I shared it with my brother…sometimes mother and mostly grandmother. Yes it was crazy. Then I went to do Law and tht was 5 yrs of alone time on a single bed. Crazy sleep patterns, being hell afraid of the dark, it tuk a while to adjust. But you end up loving that privacy. Staying up watching the movies or not sleeping at all. And now I am back because I am a stupid person who doesnt take up jobs.because she wants to be a judge. so now as I prepare, I am back to sleeping with my grandmother.or my mother and sometimes alone. Progress. This december I am moving out. A place of my own. So Yay!

    I too hate the colour pink man and talk about sentiments with furniture!!

  • Red Handed
    September 28, 2013 at 11:25 am

    Hehe this was adorable. Well I too never had a room. I shared it with my brother…sometimes mother and mostly grandmother. Yes it was crazy. Then I went to do Law and tht was 5 yrs of alone time on a single bed. Crazy sleep patterns, being hell afraid of the dark, it tuk a while to adjust. But you end up loving that privacy. Staying up watching the movies or not sleeping at all. And now I am back because I am a stupid person who doesnt take up jobs.because she wants to be a judge. so now as I prepare, I am back to sleeping with my grandmother.or my mother and sometimes alone. Progress. This december I am moving out. A place of my own. So Yay!

    I too hate the colour pink man and talk about sentiments with furniture!!

  • Vishal bheeroo
    September 28, 2013 at 10:06 pm

    There was a time when I was sharing bed wid mom and dad and when I got the room, it was like totally awesome. I love ma space:)

  • Vishal bheeroo
    September 28, 2013 at 10:06 pm

    There was a time when I was sharing bed wid mom and dad and when I got the room, it was like totally awesome. I love ma space:)

  • Vivienne
    September 29, 2013 at 12:40 am

    I, too, shared a room with my sister. Not because I was scared of the dark, but because she was! We did have our own separate rooms, but she snuck mine and never left -_- I love having a room and bed of my own. It’s so liberating! A very recent discovery of mine is that I sometimes talk, or even sing in my sleep. Mmm…yeah.

  • Vivienne
    September 29, 2013 at 12:40 am

    I, too, shared a room with my sister. Not because I was scared of the dark, but because she was! We did have our own separate rooms, but she snuck mine and never left -_- I love having a room and bed of my own. It’s so liberating! A very recent discovery of mine is that I sometimes talk, or even sing in my sleep. Mmm…yeah.

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