I remember the first time I met Disha... The only thought in my head was, "Great! THis is the Punju girl I am going to live with." I don't know if it was fate.... We met through Parag, who I call her One and Only.... Before we even moved into Roo Commons she wanted to move out... The first six months were a nightmare... After the first six months when I wanted to move out she wanted me to stay...... but during those months we couldn't stand each other and only stayed around becasue we had to :).... there was a point where we avoided each other for a month..... we wouldn't even eat at home.... But for some reason after she came back from India we suddenly became friends. I dreaded her return and she dreaded her own return. Dasha Mahathani or Dish Dash and the rest of it, as I affectionately call her, actually became friends and shocked the hell out of everyone who knew us. We still fought, used each other as punching bags knowing that no one else would be able to handle our tempers.... we laughed, told jokes, when she couldn't tell the boys some dirty joke I would have to listen to it and then tell them.... we sat together and watched our first snowfall..... we watched the leaves on the trees outside our windows change color..... we sat outside the door when either of us cried and waited for the other to stop all the while talking through the door..... On one of her birthdays she got pissed off with me because I made her a brownie cake....It was the same birthday when she planned her own party and so we all rebelled and came half an hour later..... this time she had an exam the next day and didn't want to spend the whole night cleaning up all the muck that was bound to land on her so first we tried to hide her in her department... I remember the big argument Nihir , Nishant and I had over that... so then I hid her cake... unfortunately we forgot to hide the eggs and sauce..... When I tried to avoid doing something she wanted me to like going for some party or darbha or gharba or whatever her favorite thing to say was, " You promised me!" forget the fact that I didn't...she knew emotional blackmail would work....... WHen she had to study for her exams she would yell from her bed, "Arati make me coffee." Or "Arati make me hot chocolate" THen she would complain that there were either too many or too few marrshmallows...... or"Arati wake me up in the morning." I remember one morning I went into her room and stared at her.... she actualy woke up and asked me what I wanted... So I told her that I was wondering if she was asleep and then just got into bed with her and we started talking..... her with her eyes closed, playing with my hair and me - restlessly moving the mattress giving it the feel of a waterbed.... since then whenever I had to wake her up I would go and stare at her.... When we first lived together she would stand next to me while I cooked and peer over my shoulder and tell me what to do..... I am sure it was mainly because she knew it bugged me...but she says its because she thought I couldn't cook...... We had fun with our slutty neighbours and our baddha, mota, kala, lambha ladhkha who constantly thought we were banging on the floor to complain about something he was doign adn so actually came up to ask us...... we would blast hindi and english music since we both had different tastes and tried to make one louder than the other..... ANd keeping with the trend, we're moving again.... Only this time my dasha mahathani is moving away.... I know she'll be okay and that she'll be happy