POV: Fiza

Good morning to myself… again a new day.

Mornings always make me miss nights.
If you ask me, “Are you a morning person or a night person?” — I’ll say night every single time.

It’s not just because I love sleep (well, yes, I do), but more because nights bring silence. A kind of silence I never find in the chaos of mornings.

Nights are when I can think freely, without interruptions.
After a tiring day at the office, when I finally return home, peace means just one thing: reading.
My little book lamp glowing softly, pages flipping under my fingers, and me — lost in a fictional world where no one judges, where love still feels like magic.
A love I'm still searching for in this fast-paced Gen Z generation.

But in the middle of my dreamy monologue…
THUD. THUD.

What in the world!?

A loud noise from the kitchen jolted me back to reality.
I rolled off the bed, half-curious and half-worried, and followed the sound.
As I stepped into the kitchen, I couldn’t help but laugh.

There she was — my roommate, friend, and colleague — Kavya.
In her usual chaos, trying to make breakfast but honestly? She had turned the kitchen into a battlefield.

Kavya always believes she’s a great cook.
Let me break it to you — she’s not.

Me: “Kavya, what are you doing!? What is this noise and mess so early in the morning?”

Kavya (smiling brightly): “Hi girl, good morning :) I was just making breakfast for the three of us but… I think I added something I probably shouldn’t have.”

Me (suspiciously): “What exactly are you making?”

Kavya: “Umm… French toast for all three of us. But I think something went wrong.”

Just then, a third voice joined the conversation.
Let me introduce you to her — the third part of our trio.

Siya — also my roommate, friend, and colleague.
She’s the complete opposite of Kavya.
Where Kavya is bubbly and talkative, Siya is calm and quiet.
That’s why these two often end up arguing — and I play the peacemaker.

Siya: “What are you doing? Are you still behaving like a cook?”
Kavya: “What do you mean behaving? I am a cook!”
Siya: “In your dreams, girl.”
Kavya: “Did you hear that, Fiza? She’s being mean again!”

Me: “Can you both just stop? At least one morning without any drama… please. Let’s get ready. I don’t want to be late today. Hurry up!”

(Turning to Kavya)
“And please skip the breakfast part. We’ll order something on the way.”

Kavya (with a pout): “Okay…”

Siya and I couldn’t help but laugh at her cuteness.
Yeah, she’s chaos — but she’s our chaos.

After the little kitchen scene, I returned to my room, took a nice shower, dried my hair, and stood in front of my wardrobe.
Time for my daily cloth battle.
Let me tell you something — I’m a very messy person.
I never fold clothes properly. I just wash them and dump them in. Folding feels like such a waste of time.

I picked a white shirt and a pair of jeans, matched them with my go-to sneakers.
Left my hair open with a clip.
No makeup — just lip balm, moisturizer, and sunscreen.

Kavya always scolds me, saying I should wear a little makeup to the office.
But I don’t like it.
Not like I never do it — only on special occasions.
On regular days, I like to see myself natural — no makeup.

I checked myself once in the mirror, grabbed my bag, and stepped out.
Kavya and Siya were already waiting.
Locking the house is my duty — neither of them is responsible enough for it, so I’ve taken it up.

We have a small car that all three of us bought together — just to make our office commute easier.
I don’t drive. Kavya doesn’t either.
Only Siya does.
She’s our official saviour, aka driver, whenever we need to go anywhere.

During our drives, we mostly play music.
Thankfully, all three of us share a similar taste in songs.
So that part of the day… feels just right.
Finally, we reached our office.

I work as a designer in a small firm.
Kavya is part of the marketing team, and Siya handles accounts.
We all met here, started as colleagues, turned into friends, and now, we live under the same roof — roommates who laugh, fight, and share everything.

It’s been two and a half years since I started working here.
If you think I’m one of those super career-oriented girls, then nope — I just like to work. And yes, money plays a big part in this setup too.

After finishing my studies, I made a decision to live away from my parents.
It wasn’t easy, but this company gave me that first opportunity, and here I am — time really does fly.

Of course, I miss my family sometimes.
I try to call them once a day. Mostly, I speak to my mother.
Sometimes, I talk to my father — he's a little reserved, but sweet.
And my sister? We rarely talk. Not because there’s any bitterness. It’s just… we both enjoy this little distance. But when we do talk, it turns into a full-blown festival of gossip, updates, jokes — everything packed into one call.

In the office
I reached my desk, set my things, and finally took a bite of the sandwich we picked up on our way — our backup breakfast, thanks to Kavya’s morning “experiment.”

I switched on my PC and took a deep breath…
Another day begins.

Currently, I’m working on a new project and assisting our company's senior designer.

He’s a really nice guy — always supportive, always appreciative of my ideas, and ready to help whenever I need it.
Some people in the office think he likes me, but I know that’s not true.
He treats me like a genuine team member. He often tells me that I have a lot of potential and that I’m really good at what I do. He wants me to become the best in my field, and for that, he’s like a mentor to me.

While I was deeply focused on work, a notification popped up on my phone — it was about the party being planned for our new project’s launch.

Since I’m working on it, I have to attend.
God, I usually try to dodge these kinds of parties... but it looks like this time, I can’t avoid it.

Just then, I heard a voice.

There he was — Kabir.
Yes, the Kabir I was just telling you about.

Kabir: Hi, what’s up?
Me: Hello, Kabir sir.
Kabir: What are you looking at on your phone?
Me: Oh, I was just checking the party invitation message.
Kabir: Planning to skip this party too?
Me: Umm…
Kabir: Fiza, please yaar, you can’t keep doing this. You have to come. You’re a part of this new project, and this party is to celebrate that.
Your designs are going to be showcased. Don’t you want to see them on the ramp?

In my mind, I whispered Yes… I do want to see them.
I want to see models wearing my designs, walking confidently — dressed in something I created with love, late nights, and dreams.
But still… the party…

Kabir: Fiza, this time I’m not going to listen to anything. You have to come. That’s final. I’ll come pick you up if needed.
Me: No Kabir sir, please don’t bother. I promise, I’ll come — with Kavya and Siya.
Kabir: Okay. I’m trusting you.

After our conversation, my mind was racing with a hundred thoughts. But I forced myself to shift back to work.

Two hours of deep focus later, another notification pinged on my phone — it was from our group chat.
Yes, Kavya, Siya, and I have our own little WhatsApp group.

Kavya: Fiza, I know you’re too busy to even feel hungry right now, but I am starving. Let’s meet in the cafeteria.
Siya: Oh wow. Miss Cook wants to eat something from the cafeteria after creating a blast in our kitchen this morning?
Kavya: Siya, I swear I will—
Siya: You will what?

I laughed at their silly argument and quickly typed my reply:

Me: Hi girls, let’s meet at the cafeteria in 5 mins.

Kavya: Okay!!
Siya: Okay bro!!

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I hope you enjoyed reading this little slice of my world.
These everyday moments, silly fights, and unexpected turns — they’re all part of the journey.
Thank you for being here and reading till the end.
See you in the next chapter very soon… 🌼💫