9.00 am-I started climbing the steps of the hostel with heavy luggage. The first floor, I walked straight. The second floor, I started to bend a bit as the luggage was taking revenge on me. The third floor, I bent and bent, and my posture seemed like a comma in a text. I dashed into my room and dived into my bed. My legs did not fit in the little bed. I was about to close my tired eyes, and that is when my roommate came. I blabbered something to her in half sleep. I was sinking into deep sleep. Then my friends came to the room. A lot of friends came. And sleep existed only in my dreams. Then the bell rang in the hostel. I took some books from here and there, stuffed it in my bag and went to the college.
4.00 pm- I came after the college and my empty stomach cried in hunger. The mess bell rang. I went to the mess hall and through the bustling crowd, I got to the food ser
6.00 pm- Waiting in the long queue to take a bath. It was my turn, and that is when the electricity was cut, and I was stuck inside the bathroom with my red bucket. It was getting dark, and we screamed our heart out. After a while, the lights were on. I could hear my friend who is a horrible bathroom singer, singing some weird songs. I was about to finish bathing but my friends standing outside kept on banging at the door.
7.00 pm- I was missing my Mom’s delicious food, and I took the tiffin box that was kept inside my bag by my mom. I opened the lid and the aroma of homemade food tickled my taste buds. My friends came and in a minute the Tiffin became ‘history’!
10.30 pm- The bell rang to switch off the lights. I squeezed into my little bed.
6.00 am, next day- The bell rang. I woke up. I took my brush and found that my toothpaste was empty. I squeezed it, cut it, and finally I got a pea size of it. I walked through the corridor waiting for the next bell.