January 3, 2025

Today began as one of those lazy mornings where time slips away without you noticing. I stayed up late last night until 1:00 AM, probably not the wisest decision. When my alarm nudged me awake at 8:30 AM, I felt a groggy heaviness but managed to push myself out of bed. Brushing my teeth and washing my face in the bathroom gave me a moment to wake up fully before heading to the hostel mess for breakfast.

Breakfast was simple, like most days, but it gave me the energy to start the day. After eating, I allowed myself some downtime with an 8 Ball Pool session. It was supposed to be relaxing, but the matches didn't go my way. I kept losing, and though it was just a game, it left me a little frustrated. Funny how small things can affect the mood sometimes.

By 9:40 AM, I switched gears and got ready to head to my department. I needed to get the HOD's signature on my semester registration form. The process was surprisingly smooth—no long waits or last-minute hiccups. With the signed form in hand, I felt a small sense of accomplishment as I submitted it and returned to my room.

Back in my little sanctuary, I indulged in a few episodes of Orange is the New Black. It's such a gripping series, and time seems to dissolve while I watch. Before I knew it, it was 1:00 PM, and my stomach reminded me it was time for lunch. I went to the mess with a friend, which added a little cheer to the otherwise routine meal.

The afternoon slipped into a blend of leisure and multitasking. I played BGMI with a friend while Orange is the New Black played on my laptop in the background. I'm not sure how much of the series I actually absorbed, but the combination of gaming and the series kept the vibe light and easygoing.

Amidst this, my mom sent me ₹61,000 to pay the credit card bill. Handling finances always feels like walking a tightrope, but I managed everything swiftly. I cleared the bill and sent ₹58,000 back to Mom. I couldn't help but reflect on how much she does for me, even from afar. I felt a pang of gratitude and a quiet resolve to ease her burdens someday.

By 5:40 PM, it was gym time—a commitment I've managed to keep lately. After mixing a protein shake with creatine, I headed to the gym for my lats and hamstring workout. The physical effort was cathartic, a much-needed outlet for the small frustrations and monotony of the day. There's something about feeling the burn in your muscles that clears the mind and reminds you of your strength.

After the workout, I treated myself to a refreshing shower, which felt like washing away the day's fatigue. Dinner in the hostel mess followed—a familiar routine, but comforting in its predictability.

Later in the evening, I video-called Mom, hoping for one of our heart-to-heart chats. However, she had already gone to bed early, as my brother informed me. I missed her voice, her warmth, but I understood.

Now, as the day winds down, I feel an odd mix of emotions—gratitude for the small achievements, frustration from fleeting losses, and a quiet longing for the comforts of home. Life here at the hostel is a balance of discipline and chaos, and some days, like today, it all blurs together.

But tomorrow is a new day, and with it comes another chance to create moments worth remembering. For now, I'll let sleep take over and hope for a dreamless night.