Weekly Diary : Week 10
11 August 2025 (Monday) : Blank Spaces in Memory
I didn’t write anything about today. No detailed entry. Just a to-do list and my focus time—cold proof that I existed this day. I can’t recall the small talk, the faces, or even the mood. The only thing that stands out is receiving our practical journal. That’s it.
12 August 2025 (Tuesday) : Silence Over Crowds
Have you ever enjoyed the kind of silence that makes you forget the world exists? I did, on this day.
I don’t remember much about it—probably because nothing worth remembering happened. I know I bunked lectures, which is nothing new, and ended up in the library. The best part? It was empty. No whispers, no footsteps, no fake coughs to fill the air. Just stillness.
I sat there, not because I wanted to study, but because I liked the absence of noise. No people. No unnecessary presence. Just me, the books, and silence.
13 August 2025 (Wednesday) : Decision or Reaction?
It’s strange how some decisions aren’t really decisions at all—they’re just reactions.
Today was supposed to be an ordinary online lecture day. But Tissue and I still had to drag ourselves to college because our internship mentor wanted us there for casting membranes.
In between the dull work, Tissue mentioned she wouldn’t be coming tomorrow—throat pain, cold, nose block. I didn’t think twice. If she wasn’t coming, then why should I? One sentence from her, and my plan for tomorrow was decided.
It’s not loyalty. It’s not friendship. It’s just how my mind works. If the person I talk to the most in college isn’t there, then I don’t see the point of being there either.
14 August 2025 (Thursday) : An Unwanted Surprise
I didn’t want to attend college, but I also didn’t want to stay home. So, as usual, I ended up in the library. I was doing my work, lost in it for hours, until suddenly I felt that… sensation. At first, I thought it was nothing serious—maybe just discharge. But no. Because then came the heavier, jelly-like wetness, and I knew. Periods. The next moment it was clear—my periods had arrived.
Now imagine this: I’m in the library, surrounded mostly by boys, a few girls scattered far away. I am sitting there in my white sweatshirt and blue jeans, without a single pad in my bag because I was carrying my laptop bag, not my regular one. What a perfect setup for disaster. I froze. My first thought wasn’t pain, but fear—what if I stained? What if the seat is stained? All eyes would be on me. My heart raced, and in that instant, I knew I had to get out.
I shut my laptop, stood up, and checked myself as discreetly as I could. No stains, thankfully. I walked out fast, and decided not to wait for the bus. I took a sharing auto, praying I’d make it home clean.
But even that ride turned into hell. The uncle sitting beside me started brushing his thighs against mine every time the auto hit a speed breaker or turned. At first, I thought it was accidental. Then I noticed him staring through the front mirror. Not once, not twice—again and again. STAY AWAY, YOU BASTARD!! I wanted to shout, but fear of staining kept me quiet. My anger boiled inside, but I stayed still. That ride felt endless. When my stop came, I checked the seat, checked my back, all while pretending not to look awkward. He was still watching me—harami kahi ka.
I rushed home, straight to the washroom. My jeans were safe, but my panties were soaked in blood. A few minutes later and it would’ve been a disaster.
After freshening up and eating, I just lay down. This month my periods came early. Normally, I prepare and put pads in my bag days before, but this time I didn’t. Gaajar also uses my laptop bag sometimes, so I left it empty. A mistake.
I learned my lesson today—never trust the calendar, never trust the body. Always carry extra pads, no matter what. Early or late, it doesn’t matter. Better safe than humiliated.
Ayyo Rabba… Aaj ka din bahut khatarnak tha. 😭🤧
15 August 2025 (Friday) : A Holiday I Almost Wasted
Today was Independence Day. For most people, it meant flags, speeches, and ceremonies. For me, it was just another day off from college—a temporary escape.
I almost ruined the day, though. I had completely forgotten about the CA-2 assignment—the e-poster. Deadlines don’t scare me, but getting marked late annoys me. The only reason I even remembered was because Tissue called me, asking her doubts. That’s when it hit me—the submission was today. She saved me from getting a late mark without even realizing it.
Later, I also wrote a few practicals in my journal.
Tomorrow is PTM. Parent-Teacher Meeting. I already made up my mind—I’m not going. And I won’t tell my parents either. Why would I? Let the teachers keep their complaints to themselves.
16 August 2025 (Saturday) : The Marks That Didn’t Make Sense
Today was PTM. Obviously, I didn’t go. I had no interest in sitting there while teachers recited my failures to my parents like some funeral prayer. My parents asked about it, though. I just lied—“Holiday today.” They didn’t ask further. Easy escape.
But the universe always finds a way to ruin my peace. After some time, Tissue called. She said she saw my marks -6, 6, 12.
This means,
Medical Microbiology: 6/20.
Genetic Engineering & Genomics: 6/20.
Bioinformatics & Drug Discovery: 12/20.
I was shocked. Not a good shock, though. The “What kind of sick joke is this?” shocked. Because let’s be honest—I deserved a zero. I didn’t study. Not properly, at least. I flipped through pages pretending to “study for the sake of studying.” Basically, a show.
I didn’t believe Tissue. She must be mistaken. Or maybe blind. Or maybe pranking me. Even for a second, if I believe her, how on earth would I score 12 in bioinformatics when I didn’t even look at it properly?
But the way she said it—it didn’t sound like a prank. It sounded like she meant it. Still, I refused to accept it.
So yeah, either the teachers went blind, or maybe they gave marks out of mercy, maybe out of mistake. Huh, whatever. Leave it.
17 August 2025 (Sunday) : The Practical Mess
Tell me something—why do teachers always wait till the last minute to act like dictators? I mean, Journal ko mile ek hafta bhi nahi hua aur ma’am late remark dene bol rahi hai!! Wah bhai wah!!! 👏👏
So here I was, minding my own business, when I found out—thanks to Tissue—that tomorrow is the last date for journal checking.
Now, here’s the real comedy. I completed every experiment that won’t be checked, and conveniently skipped the ones that will be checked. Basically, I finished Medical Microbiology and Genetic Engineering experiments while the entire Fermentation Technology section sat there, untouched.
Ayyo Rabba!! Of course, I panicked and asked Tissue for help. She casually said, “Just copy-paste from GC (Google Classroom).” Huh… Trust issues don’t let me do that. I’d rather rely on her notes directly than that cursed GC. At least her copy-paste looks more authentic.
So, she sent me everything, and I raced through all the Fermentation Technology experiments like my life depended on it. But then came the “printout problem.” No prints. So, I made a genius-level decision—stick and cut everything in the morning at the lab itself.
I stayed up late at night just to complete those cursed practicals.
Another week went by. Nothing extraordinary, just the same cycle of work, college. Still, in between all the monotony, life had its little ironies. Assignments almost slipped past me, deadlines I nearly forgot, and the strange relief of being reminded at the last minute.
And then there’s my house reputation. Apparently, I’m now famous as “Chi Chi Potty Wali Bua.” Why? Because my nephew has decided that I’m his favorite target for pee and poop attacks. Not once. Not twice. A lot of times. Seriously? Am I a washroom to you?
As if that wasn’t enough, sometimes his tiny hands make the boldest attempts—grabbing at my boobs. Like, excuse me? Sir? No milk factory here. Wrong address! The little one clutched like he had rights.
And honestly? It was ticklish in ways I never expected. The little one tries to hold on, but that’s uncomfortable…! Still, I realized something important this week: I’m ridiculously ticklish there. Like, seriously… Why?
So that’s my week—cold, detached, a little annoying, a little funny. Life keeps moving.