The Chronicles of Rohini💖

In the valley of Sarang, where the iron towers rise, A traveler arrived with starlight in her eyes. To the gates of Rohini Bhawan, a fortress made of stone, Where no one walks the corridors entirely alone. The Second-Year Sentinels, guardians of the hall, Helped find the hidden chambers and answered every call; They handed o'er the iron keys to rooms where dreams reside, And opened wide the heavy doors with nothing left to hide. ​Six souls within a single room, a kingdom small and bright, With Sangita at the center, a beacon in the night. From strangers to sisters, the weaving then began, A tapestry of secrets according to a plan. We shared our shadows and our light, our "goods" and "bads" combined, Until our beating, youthful hearts were flawlessly entwined. When kinfolk from the outer lands would visit with a grace, Their offerings of sweets and love transformed our tiny space. ​Do you remember Diwali, when the darkness ran to hide? With powders made of rainbows, we painted with our pride. Sangita and I, on the floor of cold grey tile, Built a Rangoli fortress that could make the heavens smile. To be continued ...........