Weekly diary : Week 5
07 July 2025 (Monday) : The Day He Came Home: Laughter, Poop, and Pure Joy
Have you ever waited so eagerly for something that you could feel your heartbeat a little faster the closer it got?
Today was that kind of day.
I didn’t attend college lectures, today was the day my Bhabhi and the baby were coming home.
From the moment I woke up, I was on my feet—preparing breakfast, packing lunch, cleaning, washing clothes—finishing everything one by one so that when they arrived, I could give all my time to that one special moment. And finally, around 11:45 AM, they came. My mother, brother, sister, Bhabhi, and the baby.
It’s funny how the presence of a tiny human can make a home feel new again—like someone opened a window and let in fresh air.
Later in the day, after wrapping up some college work, I finally held the baby in my arms for the very first time.
And Rabba, what a feeling that was. I don’t have words for it. It wasn’t just happiness—it was something beyond. A mix of warmth, fear, love, and awe all at once.
But just when I was soaking in the moment, he peed on me. My siblings burst into laughter.
And the second time I held him in the evening, guess what? He pooped. Right there on my lap.
Again, laughter exploded across the room—but this time, I joined in too. Because honestly, it didn’t feel bad. Like I had been officially welcomed by the tiniest member of our family in his own messy little way.
08 July 2025 (Tuesday) : Pooped on Again, But Still My Cute Little Baby
Today felt like a gentle return to routine. I finally attended college after quite a break. The rhythm of the day was familiar: practicals, a short break, then lectures. Though I was physically present in class, part of me still lingered at home—where the real excitement was now happening.
After coming back, I didn’t waste any time. I focused on completing today’s college tasks.
Evening rolled in, and like every evening lately, our house turned into a happy little chaos with the baby in the spotlight. Everyone gathered in the hall, laughing, and taking turns holding him. I, as usual, was in the kitchen—washing the dishes and cleaning up after dinner.
Once everything was finally done, I changed into my most comfortable loose clothes and walked straight to the hall. My hands reached for him even before I settled.
And guess what? After a few minutes, he pooped. Again. On me. For the second time.
At this point, I’m convinced he has a secret conversation with the universe to pick me for his most dramatic diaper moments. The room filled with laughter once more. And even though I sighed, even though I had to clean up again, I smiled too.
Because being chosen by him—even for poop—means something.
09 July 2025 (Wednesday) : Targeted by Love: Pee, Poop & Pure Joy
Today’s lectures were supposed to be online, but unexpectedly, the faculty decided last minute that they’d be held offline. And honestly, I just wasn’t in the mood to sit through them. So I made a different choice—I went to the library instead.
There, I focused on something that fuels me differently—my Weekly Diary blog. I wrote, edited, and shaped the events of the past few days into a story, with the plan to publish it once I got home. I still had to add the images, and that’s something I like doing in peace.
Once back home, I followed the usual routine—freshen up, eat, then rush straight to the baby. I love holding him, watching his tiny eyes blink sleepily, and smiling without reason. But the moment I picked him up today, he peed on me.
Again.
This has become a pattern. It’s almost like he’s waiting for me. And I don’t know if I should laugh or cry. Everyone laughed. And I laughed too. I am his badi bua—the one who gets peed on more than anyone else.
10 July 2025 (Thursday) : When Stories Spark Conversations
Today, I was late for my lecture—again. I knew I wouldn’t be allowed in, so instead of rushing pointlessly, I chose to sit in the library. To my surprise, Tissue wasn’t present either, which made the day feel even quieter. But as I reached the college gate, I met Manuka. She was also late, and like me, decided to skip the first lecture. It felt nice to not be the only one this time.
We ended up sitting together in the library. I had carried my laptop with the intention to research how to improve my LinkedIn profile as a freelance writer. But as I opened it and was about to begin, I noticed that Manuka had brought a stack of books—classics by Rabindranath Tagore. That caught my attention. We started talking casually about reading—fiction vs non-fiction, favorite authors, the power of stories.
Somewhere in that flow, I found myself showing her my fiction samples stored in my laptop. I don’t usually open up about my writing, but with her, it felt natural. She was genuinely curious, scrolling slowly, reading each line with attention. There was something warm in how she received my words—no judgment, only appreciation. It felt validating, even if silent.
Before we left the library, I issued a book—Gene Biotechnology by S. N. Jogdand.
11 July 2025 (Friday) : Banana Chips, Card & the Boyfriend Reveal
The day began like any other—wake up, brush, bathe, rush to college, and attend lectures. Nothing extraordinary at first. But just when I thought the day was ending on a usual note, something unexpected happened. It was after the last lecture that the day took a turn.
Dragon, one of my friends, pulled out a set of cards—not just any cards, but Pokémon and Naruto cards. My inner child instantly lit up. I used to love these characters, and I still do. I stared at the cards like they were treasures. I didn’t have any of my own, but I silently promised myself that maybe—just maybe—I’d get some in the future.
As we admired the cards, Dragon passed around some banana chips. They were crunchy and lightly salted, and Tissue liked them so much that she ended up eating most of them. We didn’t stop her—after all, it was fun watching her munch so happily. She had to leave early for the hospital for an eye check up, so she ate her tiffin quickly and rushed off, leaving me and Dragon behind.
Then it was just me and Dragon.
I was still busy admiring the cards when Dragon suddenly said, “I need to tell you something.” I nodded, not looking at her, still lost in the cards. Then she dropped the bomb—“I got a boyfriend.”
That made me look up.
She laughed at my surprised expression and started telling me everything. Apparently, one of our seniors—someone from the MSc Biotechnology department—had confessed to her. He’s not just any senior; he’s the department topper, did his research project under one of our placement cell heads, and seems to be incredibly focused and respectful. Dragon and that guy were friends.
I was shocked—not because someone liked her, but because—this girl, who once said she wanted a bad boy, a dominant kind of guy, had found someone completely different. Calm. Mature. Committed. Topper. She accepted someone who seemed like the complete opposite of what she once said she wanted.
But more than his achievements, what stayed with me was what she said next: “He told me once he introduces me to his parents, there’s no going back. He’ll stay, no matter what.” But they’ve decided to wait for a year until he completes his master’s and she finishes her third year.
This was the same Dragon who once sat alone during first-year practicals, who was mocked behind her back for her straightforward, loud and tomboy attitude. But now? She had someone who saw her beyond all that, someone who respected her enough to see a future, being seen and chosen for exactly who she is.
I smiled and told her, “I hope it works out.”
As I walked home later, one thought kept circling in my head—Do opposites really attract? Maybe they do. Maybe it’s not about having the same traits but finding someone who balances your fire with calm, your noise with silence, your sharpness with softness.
12 July 2025 (Saturday) : Used or Learning?
Today, Tissue and I went for our scheduled internship work. We were supposed to prepare a solution, but our mentor wasn’t available. That instantly raised a concern in both of us. Without a mentor or any lab in-charge, we knew we couldn’t access lab equipment. It wasn’t just about following rules—it was about safety and responsibility.
So, we went straight to HOD ma’am—the same one who interviewed us for the internship. We politely explained that our mentor hadn’t informed us about any task or ingredients for today, and that our lab policy doesn’t allow us to use equipment without supervision. Her response was short: “You’ve made solutions before—just do the same again.”
That was the moment I felt a little dismissed.
We tried again, asking if she could at least give us a proper schedule with clear instructions and timelines. We hoped it would help us manage our time better and be more prepared in the future. But instead of receiving clarity, we were told to meet her on Monday. No schedule, no task list—just vague instructions.
Tissue and I exchanged a look we both understood too well. We felt like we were being used. Like our time and effort didn’t matter much beyond the hours we were supposed to “show up.”
Still, we stayed calm. We reminded her that we have a report due—probably in August—and suggested starting work on it. She just nodded and asked us to leave.
Yet, we made a decision.
We’ll continue this internship. Not because it’s perfect, but because it’s necessary. We’ll finish what we started, or else we will lose our credit points. We have to earn those credit points.
13 July 2025 (Sunday) : A Headache, A Book, and a Reminder That Surprises Aren’t Always Sweet
I woke up late today, around 8 a.m., with a sharp, dull ache pressing against my temples. I tried to ignore it at first, thinking it would fade. But it stayed—like a stubborn cloud refusing to move. I knew I couldn’t get any serious work done in that state, so I decided to distract my mind with something else. Something that needed focus but felt comforting too—reading.
I pulled out Rich Dad Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki from my drawer. My father had recommended this book to all of us. I had read it before, but I felt like reading it again would do no harm—especially today.
So I wrapped myself in a blanket, rested my head on a pillow, and began to read.
Somewhere between the pages, sleep took over. I woke up in the evening still feeling the headache.
The heaviness hadn’t left me. And honestly, I didn’t feel like doing anything else. On top of that, I was growing impatient. My father had promised me he’d purchase KDSPY for me—a tool I’d been waiting for—and it had been days.
Just when I was trying to process all that, I got a call from Batasha. She said she and Tissue planned to come visit me tomorrow to see the baby. I told her I was okay with it—because I genuinely was. But deep inside, I was praying the baby pees on Tissue and poops on Batasha just to make it memorable for them.
Then I got to know from Tissue that it was actually supposed to be a surprise visit. And that’s when panic kicked in.
Because the truth is—my home isn’t the kind of place where surprise visits work well. We don’t always have peaceful evenings. Fights happen, sometimes with shouting, sometimes with silence sharp enough to cut. I’ve grown used to it.
So I told Tissue honestly: I’m glad you informed me. But please, never visit suddenly. Especially not as a surprise. Thankfully, she understood and didn’t argue. That meant a lot to me.
Night fell, but peace didn’t arrive. I had taken medicine for my headache, but now there was pain in my chest and a wave of nausea. Still, I knew I couldn’t afford to pause. I had to publish my blog and start working on our internship report. So I made a quiet decision to myself—I’ll stay awake until it’s done.
This week felt like a gentle storm—a mix of laughter, exhaustion and unexpected joys.
It began with celebration. My bhabhi and the baby finally came home. The house, which had felt so routine and quiet, suddenly felt alive. I found myself smiling more than usual—especially when I held the baby for the first time. Even if he peed and pooped on me, I didn’t mind.
This week also gave me space to see people more deeply. I saw how supportive Tissue is, how unexpected Dragon’s love story turned out to be, and when Batasha and Tissue planned a surprise visit, it made me realise how sometimes—even with friends—you need to set clear boundaries to protect your peace.