I didn’t write a single diary entry this week. Laziness is slowly becoming my middle name. But a few things did stand out, so here’s what I remember.

This week, we had to collect our hall tickets for the semester exam. Students with pending fees had to pay first; otherwise, they’d attend the second round later only after paying the fees. My fees were paid, but I didn’t get my hall ticket. Why? Low attendance. Deep down, I knew it too. Skipping lectures and sitting in the library had a cost — and that cost was me not being eligible for the first round. I’d have to wait for the second round, maybe in October or November. I thought I could hide it from my parents, but Gaajar, my brother, spilled everything to papa 😭🥲🫠. Surprisingly, they didn’t scold me. Papa even joked, “Aaj ke din college ko fees ke naam par bore bhar ke paise mile honge. College nahi, paisa chapane ki machine bana rakhi hai.” 🤣🤣😂😂.

I decided to keep secret the fact that I missed practical exams from Gaajar too — I didn’t want him reporting me again 😮‍💨😮‍💨. Mice wasn’t eligible for the first round either; she was on bed rest after her operation. Only Tissue could attend. But her text made me laugh — she told me to pretend I was giving the exam too. I agreed. My plan: go to college on exam days, look normal, sir in the library and avoid trouble.

The first exam day came — Medical Microbiology. Tissue and I met at the station and took an auto to college. She went to the exam hall; I went to the library. And that’s when I remembered why I sometimes dislike the library. Crowds. Everywhere. My usual spot was taken by a bunch of guys. I wanted them to move, but eventually, I settled next to it at the last seat.

I started working, but after some time one guy and his friends sat right just next to me 😑😑. I had no problem with them, but could they at least whisper? They kept talking loudly, “Oye, tune kal ka match dekha kya?” Seriously!!?? Don’t they know we should maintain silence in the library? I was about to lose it when thankfully, the librarian came and told them to quiet down. They lowered their voices, but soon went back to their usual chaos. I just waited for the bell so Tissue and I could go home. Finally, the bell rang, and we left together. I asked her to send a photo of the question paper — she nodded.

Other than that, I watched some YouTube videos.

One day the weather was beautiful, so I captured it through my phone’s camera lens.

I even crafted a few funny stories. But no matter how hard I tried, elements like blood, orphanhood, self-identity, poverty, and basic needs kept creeping in. My process is messy — it probably makes no sense to anyone else, but for me, it’s like connecting everything my mind throws at me, no matter how random. Ideas come at the strangest times — lying down, eating, or even during a bath. I note them down immediately; otherwise, they vanish. The page ends up chaotic. Literally too messy.

And that’s how this week ended. A blur of hall tickets, library noise, laughter, chaos, and scattered stories.

One thing I want to mention — I got totally scammed. The doctor told me, “Meethi dawai hai, tension ki baat nahi hai, time se lete rehna.” Lekin doctor ne mujhse kitna bada jhoot bola! Dawai meethi nahi, balki beswad hai. Seriously, jo video mere YouTube feed par aayi thi “Jhooth Bole Kauwa Kaate”, vo doctor ke feed par bhi aana chahiye 😤😤…