1: The Perfect Student Who Met the Perfect Disaster
S (storm): Before friendships happen, routines exist.
And trust me, my routine was very peaceful before life upgraded it.
I was that obedient, boring-but-proud first bencher.
The reach-before-the-bell-rings type.
The submit-assignments-before-deadline type.
Basically, a good student,
but not a teacher-pleaser, okay?
I liked being early.
I liked being prepared.
I liked finishing my assignments long before the last day.
because the whole 11:59 PM deadline drama is not for me,
My brain shuts down after 9 PM only.
And then… there was V.
Not opposite in everything,
just opposite in all the useless categories:
punctuality, discipline, assignment habits.
But in the things that actually matter,
mood swings, attitude, stubbornness,
She was literally my soul sister.
Same angry reactions, same "leave me alone, no mood" face.
Her assignment routine was classic V:
Start the work just a day before submission,
as if deadlines personally messaged her,
"Ma'am, I'm due tomorrow. Feel free to begin today."
And after finally opening her book,
She would shamelessly ask me and "The Truth."
for our completed assignments
so she could copy-paste peacefully
as if it were an official friendship benefit.
There were days I reached home and called her
to talk about class or something important.
Did she pick up?
Of course not.
Her explanation?
"I didn't have the mood."
That's it. End of story.
Now about The Truth,
Her phone behaved exactly like her personality:
quiet, slow, and mentally on airplane mode.
Messages seen after centuries,
Replies arriving like rare festivals.
And on the days she replied fast,
even God would look down and say,
"Miracle accepted."
But personality-wise?
I used to call her Tube-light,
because she behaved exactly like one.
Always a few seconds late to react,
always slow to understand our jokes,
and absolutely horrible at texting.
Most of the time, we typed one thing,
and she interpreted something entirely different.
Classes weren't always interesting either.
Especially the language classes,
pure torture.
Nothing but book reading and "study yourself" instructions.
And the gossip and complaints we had after those classes?
Legendary.
Better than any therapy session.
Still… despite my discipline, V's chaos,
and The Truth's tube-light behavior,
Something about us simply worked.
Not perfectly.
Not smoothly.
But naturally,
like a trio stitched together by accident
but held together by something real.
And little did I know,
Life was preparing to introduce
the "Late Entry Queen" into our peaceful routine
and make our trio official.
2: The Late Entry Queen
V: As everyone already mentioned, and as I myself proudly confessed…
I didn't show up on the first day of college.
I made my grand entrance on the third or fourth day, like a celebrity who accidentally overslept on her own movie launch.
And honestly?
That one late entry became my stepping stone to a lifelong habit,
being late to class every… single… day.
Yes.
I was always late.
9 AM class?
I'd walk in at 9:10, or 9:05, or if the universe felt particularly kind to me, sharp 9:00.
And on those rare historic days when I actually entered class before my two idiots?
Oh. My God.
They used to react like they just witnessed
The 8th wonder of the world.
Mouth open. Eyes wide.
As if I were a comet passing through their class once every 76 years.
Meanwhile… they?
These two were in class half an hour early.
Every. Damn. Day.
Storm and God are the good students.
The ideal children every mother dreams of.
Early to class, neat handwriting, serious faces, assignments ready, zero chaos…
And then… There was I.
The late-entry queen.
Walking in like a morning breeze nobody asked for.
And let me tell you something about the three of us.
"God" could never do anything even remotely risky.
She's so fearful that she avoids anything that might lead to her being questioned by teachers.
Even if she's one minute late, her soul leaves her body.
So obviously, she was never in these late-entry situations.
Storm, on the other hand, is a whole different species.
She doesn't fear anyone,
not teachers, not rules, not attitudes.
She simply doesn't care.
But here's the twist:
even though she doesn't fear anything,
She also doesn't do nonsense.
She will never be late.
Never break a class rule.
She's disciplined chaos.
And then there's me.
The middle ground disaster. I do things, not because I'm fearless.
I'm absolutely not; I do get scared.
It does matter to me.
But somehow…
I still end up doing the exact things that land me straight into trouble.
I don't choose chaos. Chaos chooses me. Daily.
And honestly?
College wouldn't have been fun without my daily late-entry drama.
Someone has to keep the mornings interesting… right?
3: The Calls That Kept Us Together
S (god): Sometimes…,
I genuinely wonder if I was even a major part of this trio.
Not in a dramatic, sad way, just in that soft doubt way.
You know… like a shadow.
Always there, always present, but only visible if you look carefully.
Storm and Devil shone so loudly with their strong personalities
that I often felt like I was just blending quietly in the background.
Hidden… but still holding things together.
I don't know if they ever noticed it. I don't know if they felt I was as important as them.
But I hope…
I really hope…
that I mattered just as much.
Anyway, enough of my overthinking. Let's get into the real movie.
Because if there's one thing that defined our trio better than anything else,
It was our completely mismatched communication system.
Let me explain....
Starting with V (The Professional Caller)
The one thing she was genuinely excellent at,
And I'll give her full credit for this, were phone calls.
She was a fantastic caller.
Present, attentive, fully invested.
We could talk for hours, and somehow the topics never ran out.
It felt like the telecom company should've paid us for providing entertainment.
Food, gossip, life, random nonsense, future dreams, meme-level stupidity,
We covered everything like it was a syllabus.
Talking to V on a call was easy.
Comfortable.
Fun.
It felt like we were living inside a never-ending conversation.
The kind of long conversation where you don't realize time is passing
until you see the battery percentage crying for help.
Now let's talk about the REAL problem.
But the same V who was fully present on calls…
was fully absent from college.
Gone like a limited edition item discontinued forever.
If you ever looked at our chats during college days, you'd think I was running a freelance note-sharing business.
Our WhatsApp chat looked like this:
V: "S, notes."
V: "Send what Ma'am taught."
V: "Assignment pic."
V: "Fast, fast."
V: "What happened in class?"
V: "Did she take attendance?"
V: "S, ANY update?"
Not once, not ever, did she say "please."
Expecting politeness from V is like expecting the sun to rise from the west.
Possible?
No.
Entertaining?
Yes.
I became her part-time notes supplier.
Her personal online class.
At this point, even the teachers didn't know the lessons as well as I did.
Meanwhile, S (The Message Machine),
was the opposite.
A strictly messages-only person.
Calling her was useless.
Even if her phone rang during an earthquake,
She still wouldn't pick up.
Text "Where are you?", a dry "here" will appear immediately.
If she were kidnapped,
The kidnapper would get a message reply faster than we ever got a phone call.
But she was the attentive one in class.
So academically, she didn't trouble me much.
Emotionally?
Different story.
But academically?
She was self-sufficient.
V talked on calls. S talked only on messages.
And me?
I was the one doing both...
listening, talking, texting, explaining, updating, and panicking,
all at the same time.
Was it chaotic?
Yes.
Was it logical?
Absolutely not.
Did it still work?
Somehow… yes.
And maybe that's what made our trio special.
V talked loudly. S talked quietly.
And I talked enough for all of us.
Even if I sometimes felt like the invisible one,
or the quiet one,
or the one blending into the trio…
Somehow, without forcing anything, without even realizing it…
We became a strange, unbalanced, chaotic little system.
That made complete sense only to us.
And in our story,
I wasn't just a shadow.
I was the voice that kept the call going.
Literally and emotionally.