9.00 am-I started climbing the steps of the hostel with my heavy luggage. On the first floor, I walked straight. On the second floor, I started to bend a bit as the luggage took its revenge on me; by the time I was on the third floor, I was bent to the knee, and my posture seemed like a comma in a text.
I dashed into my room and dived onto 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 in. I blabbered something to her, half asleep. Eventually, I sank into a deep sleep. In no time all my friends were in my room, and sleep existed only in my dreams. Then the hostel bell rang, I gathered few of my books from the room and together we left for our classes.
6.00 pm- I was impatiently 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 hearts 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 my bath but my friends standing outside kept 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 was ‘history’!
10.30 pm- The bell rang and the lights of all the rooms were switched off. I squeezed into my little bed.
6.00 am, next day- The bell rang. I woke up and 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 and waited for the next bell to go off.