I woke up 20 mins before breakfast timing closed today. Missed fajar! Opened eyes to see 0910 on clock. Well, I washed my face and combed and packed the bag and changed into something wearable outside and ate Naan Channe, and travelled to class, all in 20 minutes. Felt like a cadet for a brief time 😂
There were only 2 classes but were pretty hectic. I learnt how to spell my name phonetically in my morning class. I’m sure I’m never going to have to use this skill anywhere. Anyways, It’s typed (pHoNEticalLy) as [^veaīs]. That’s my name. I’m [^veaīs]. Don’t smile/smirk/grin/laugh or get surprised in any kind. [^veaīs] is my name and dangerous is my game.
In the 2nd class, we learnt how media impacts our perceptions and attitudes toward life. As if we needed 3 hours to learn that 🙂
So yeah .. at 1630 I found myself in the library. Since days, I had put off having to make 2100oclock posts for this account so .. did that. Alhamdulillah now everything is scheduled for this month. All I have to do daily is write and upload this diary only. Phew!
Mom called. I wasn’t feeling like talking much, so ended that soon. My sister has her Bday approaching and I have got to figure out a nice yet useful gift for her. She’s celebrating her 2nd Bday in 15 years (we don’t celebrate Bdays in my family that much) so I want to give her something she would really love and actually use. That’s a load of pressure, I tell you, for a person who once gave his mom oven mitts as “gift”. We don’t have an oven.
After that, I did some other work, got free at exactly 1932. Went back to hostel and ate that biscuity-meat “pulao” or “biryani” thing. I have stopped eating poultry now. Its so so dry yar. Like .. just so dry!!! Even if you dip that piece of meat, very good, in the curry, It feels to me like the curry is simply refusing to mix up with this piece of meat. It remains all dry and tasteless from inside. No I’m not doing any “na-shukri” ok, it would be na-shukri if I actually ate it and then say bad. I don’t eat it at all. Just a plateful of rice and curry does good for me, Alhamdulillah.
And I am not sure but this walk thing is becoming kinda permanent now. I feel it. For the last several days, I’ve walked the same route, around the same time, on same side of road, sat on the same bench in the same ground. Turning off Spotify to write this daily account of the day, everyday. After that I go back using point-blank same route back to hostel and open the room door, around the same time. It’s definitely becoming a routine. It is big for me, because I rarely can stick with plans or routines for this long time.
Anyways… So much for today. Thankyou for reading all the way to the end! I hope it was something. Bbye.
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