Weekly Diary : Week 15
15 September 2025 (monday) to 21 September 2025 (Sunday) :
This week I didn’t write a single entry. No to-do list, no Forest app. I can’t even remember most of it. Just a foggy memory: I missed my practical exams and I visited the hospital.
I thought the faculty would be furious. I braced myself for scolding. Instead, Tissue told me they were shocked and worried. Even HOD ma’am said, “Vo bachhi exam me kabhi absent nahi rahati hai. Jarur kuch serious issue hoga. Vo bahut sincere student hai.” I froze. Me — sincere? I have always thought of myself as a below-average, dumb student, especially in college. I didn’t expect that reaction. They even asked Tissue why I was absent. Thank god Tissue didn’t tell. I promised myself I would never let anyone in college know about my health. My parents also didn’t know I missed the practicals. I told myself, koi na, second round me practical exam attend kar lungi. But they must not find out.
Then came the hospital visit with mummy and papa. Their being there took me somewhere else — back to childhood. I remember a time when I could not open my eyes. I spent days in the dark, the light switched off, windows closed. I could only hear children laughing, playing outside. Mummy used to take care of me. She says I stayed like that for almost a year. I barely remember, but I have a faint scar on my upper eyelid that proves it happened. Up close you can see it; from far away, my specs hide it well. Small things hide big stories, I guess.
Now my semester exams start next week and I haven’t studied. After deciding last week to quit certain dreams and directions, I feel useless and directionless.
Mistake: I stopped tracking myself and let weeks blur.
Lesson: small records matter — they remind you where you were and help you choose where to go next.
