Who are your current most favorite people?
Before anything else, let me explain the “room” concept.
I’ve reached a stage where I don’t see people as one big group anymore. Everyone has their own place in my life their own room. Not everyone gives the same comfort, the same clarity, or the same feeling… and that’s fine. Some people bring safety. Others bring maturity or peace. Some offer joy. There are those who just bring a sense of “I can breathe here.”
So instead of comparing relationships, I simply place people where they naturally belong.
My First Room: Home… Mom, Dad, and My Brother
When I think of my favorite people, my parents and my brother automatically come first. They’re the only ones who know the unfiltered me. They know the version that’s chaotic, confused, funny, sensitive, stubborn, and everything in between.
My parents balance everything naturally. They can be strict when needed, but they also become my friends when I need guidance. If I’m mentally drained, I go to my mom. Sometimes, I choose to be alone. I always know I have a safe place to land.
We have this very simple family rule:
If we’re all home, we eat at least one meal together.
Tea-time chats, lunch conversations, small routines they matter more than anything extravagant.
My brother and I? Pure chaos.
We fight like enemies. We argue like we’re auditioning for a drama. Then, one call at 3 AM and we’ll pick up instantly. Even though he’s abroad right now, nothing changed. We still have each other’s backs without even thinking twice.
They’re my foundation room the room that reminds me I’m loved without conditions.
My Happy Room: Munu
Then comes my tiny hurricane “Munu,” my little cousin, but honestly, she feels more like my daughter.
We have a 24-year age gap, but somehow we behave like we’re the same age. We argue, pull each other’s hair, fight over toys or makeup… and it’s hilarious. She calls me “Tatum” and bosses me around like a 4-year-old CEO.
Recently she said,
“Tatum, why don’t you get married and leave the house so I can take all your lipsticks?”
This girl is four. FOUR.
Already thinking about her makeup empire.
But she also notices when I’m low.
She’ll look at me. She’ll say, “Tatum, your face is very bad today.” Then she’ll make funny faces until I laugh. She doesn’t know she’s helping, she just does it naturally.
She stays in my happy room. It is the space where I can be childish, goofy, loud, and dramatic. I am absolutely myself without any filter.
My Protection Room: Iqbal Bhai
Some people feel like family even if you’re not related by blood. That’s what Iqbal bhai is to me. He doesn’t just guide me he protects me in a practical, grounded way.
No big speeches, no dramatic actions just a steady presence.
He listens, he advises, he understands my feelings, and he makes me feel supported every single time.
He’s the person who gives you confidence simply by being in your corner.
Someone who shows up because they genuinely care.
He holds my protection room the room where everything feels steady and safe.
My Clarity Room: Tejas
Tejas entered my life quietly. He somehow ended up becoming the person I rely on the most outside my family. We didn’t force a bond, it just happened naturally. I don’t have to pretend with him. I don’t have to act sorted. I don’t have to filter my words. I can talk nonsense. I overthink or be confused. I can be pissed or be emotional. He takes all of it without making me feel like I’m “too much.”
He’s the first person I go to when my feelings and logic start fighting each other. And he has this rare ability to make everything feel manageable. Even when I’m venting or spiraling, he brings clarity without making me feel small.
We met randomly and didn’t expect anything. He turned out to be someone I can trust with things I don’t even tell people I’m close to. That comfort is rare.
So Tejas stays in my clarity room. It is the room where my thoughts stop rushing. It’s the space where I get honest answers. I don’t have to hide any part of myself there.
And the truth is simple: my clarity room is full.
It’s his. No one else can take this place not tomorrow, not years later.
You don’t replace people who understand you at your realest.
My Mixed Room: Room of my Muse
Now this one… this room is different.
It’s quiet. It’s emotional. It’s personal in a way I don’t talk about openly. And honestly the one that doesn’t need audience.
My Muse isn’t just someone I liked or admired. He’s someone whose presence changed something in me without even trying. He probably has no idea how much he shaped my writing, my imagination, and even the way I understand emotions.
The first emotion that comes to my mind when I think of him is prayer. I don’t know why, but with him, I always wish he succeeds. I wish he’s happy. I hope life is gentle with him. Thinking of him feels peaceful, but also deep. Not chaotic, not confusing just… different. He shaped my creativity strongly. Even today, one thought of him can make words flow effortlessly.
There is respect, warmth, and a softness in this room that doesn’t exist anywhere else. It’s made of memories, inspiration, emotional familiarity, and kind of love that doesn’t need a name or a definition.
What matters is this:
this room is full too.
No matter how life changes or who enters later, this space will always belong to him.
Not in a romantic way in a “this person impacted me in a way no one else ever will” way.
Some people don’t stay in your life physically, but the room they create inside you stays untouched forever.
And the irony still amazes me,
I met Tejas and my Muse at the same time.
One became my anchor and made me feel deeper.
One became my safe space and made understand clear
Two different rooms.
Both permanent.
When I think about my life right now, it’s clear who my favourite people are. They are the ones who make everything feel lighter. They also make things more real. They don’t force anything, they don’t complicate things they just fit. Each of them adds something different, and together they make my life feel balanced in a way I genuinely value. That’s all that matters to me.
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