Weekly Diary : Week 17
29 September 2025 (Monday) : No College, No Rush—Just Me and My Notes
Today, I didn’t go to college—there was no exam, and since Tissue wasn’t going either, it didn’t make much sense to go just to the library. The thought crossed my mind for a second, but then I shrugged it off.
So, I stayed home and opened my Medical Microbiology notes instead. Even though I wasn’t allowed to give the first round of exams, the second round would come sooner or later. I managed to finish a few topics.
Later, I ended up watching a YouTube video about the “Story Clock.”
By evening, my phone buzzed. Tissue had texted, asking if I’d come to college with her tomorrow. I told her I’d confirm after asking my parents. Mummy had plans to buy things for Navratri Pooja, and I was supposed to help her carry the bags. But Papa said they’d go in the evening, maybe tomorrow or the day after, so I was free to go. I texted Tissue back, “Yes, I’ll come with you tomorrow.”
30 September 2025 (Tuesday) : A Morning in the Library
I went to college and I found myself walking toward the library. The library has this strange comfort — a space where time slows down, and even the sound of turning pages feels like progress.
I sat at my usual spot and opened my notes. There wasn’t much on my list today, just a few topics of Medical Microbiology waiting to be completed. So, I did what I always do — took a deep breath, opened my notebook, and started preparing notes.
01 October 2025 (Wednesday) : A Morning of Prasad and Memories
Today, I woke up early to help my mother prepare prasad for Kanyā Pūjā. The smell of ghee, the sound of utensils clinking, and the calm morning breeze — everything felt oddly peaceful. While we were cooking, Mummy and Papa started talking about their old days, the time before my sister and I were born. Mummy laughed as she said that back then, Papa used to help her prepare prasad.
Papa smiled and added, “Even when you were little, you tried to help your mother too.” I tried to recall those moments, but my mind drew a blank. Still, something in me knew it was true. Maybe not in a big way — but in my own clumsy, childlike way, I must have tried.
Their conversation filled the kitchen with warmth — laughter mixing with the aroma of food and memories. For a moment, it didn’t feel like just another morning; it felt like a thread connecting past and present.
After the Kanyā Pūjā, I helped Mummy clean up. Then, like a true post-festival ritual, I fell asleep in the afternoon. When I woke up, it was evening. Papa had taken the day off, and he asked me to join him for a walk.
We walked through the market, watching the Navratri lights, the crowd, the energy. The air smelled of flowers and street food.
Maybe some days aren’t meant to be productive or special — just gentle reminders that even ordinary days hold their own kind of happiness.
02 October 2025 (Thursday) : A Small Step Forward
Today, I decided to do an internship till the end of this month.
Since I’ll be giving my second-round exams later and spending most of my time sitting at home, I thought — why not use this time for something useful?
I’ll be joining as a trainee — a junior, someone still learning. I got this internship with the help of Gaajar.
03 October 2025 (Friday) : The Day I Forgot My Medicine
I woke up early today — earlier than usual, actually. My first day of internship. New people, new environment, new everything. Even the air around me smelled unfamiliar — that mix of fresh files, sanitizer, and mild panic. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing, while I was there, quietly trying to look like I understood.
By afternoon, things were going fine. I sat down for lunch, opened my tiffin, and that’s when it hit me — I forgot my medicines. My afternoon medicines. I froze mid-bite. For a good ten seconds, my brain tried to process whether I should laugh or panic.
So, yeah, I missed my afternoon medicines. One point to my absent-mindedness. By evening, work started wrapping up, and people slowly began leaving. The station was as chaotic as ever — people rushing, announcements blaring, a mix of exhaustion and relief floating in the air.
On the train ride back, everyone around me was chatting and laughing. I just looked out the window, it felt peaceful—quietly observing everything, holding onto the calm of the sunset that painted the sky orange.
Finally, I reached home. Tired, hungry, and with a silent reminder in my head — maybe next time, I’ll remember my medicines.
04 October 2025 (Saturday) : Thankfully, Not Yesterday
Today was my day off from the internship, and honestly, I was planning to just stay home, scroll through random YouTube videos, maybe read a little. But then — I got my periods.
At first, I was happy. Yes, happy. Because after days of wondering and stress, they finally arrived. But the next second, I felt tense — because, well, periods. You know the deal — pain, mood swings, and the constant mental reminder that your uterus hates you.
Still, what made me laugh was the timing. I kept thinking — what if this had happened yesterday? I was out the entire day for my internship. Imagine getting my periods then! I probably would have cried silently in the office washroom.
So yeah, as weird as it sounds, I was both happy and tense at the same time.
05 October 2025 (Sunday) : Learning to Show Up Anyway
It’s my second day of periods — heavy flow, but thankfully, no cramps. I should’ve been relieved, but instead, I found myself stuck in this weird debate in my head: Should I go for the internship tomorrow or not?
The thought of being out all day, dealing with the risk of stained clothes or sudden cramps, honestly scared me. There’s something oddly comforting about staying home on period days — like a self-granted leave that no one questions. But deep down, I knew this fear wasn’t just about pain. It was about comfort.
In the end, I decided to go tomorrow. Because until when will I keep using my periods as an excuse to pause my life? I’ve seen women travel in crowded trains, doing work, home, and everything in between — all while managing their monthly battles quietly. They don’t stop. They just deal with it, somehow gracefully.
And then I remembered — I once trekked on my second and third day of periods. Climbed hills, laughed with friends, and somehow survived it all. If I could do that then, why not this now?
This week was a mix of everything: endless notes for exams, a few household chores, the ongoing internship, and, of course, the grand arrival of my periods.
Honestly, it wasn’t a bad week. Just… full. A little tiring, a little productive, and a little chaotic—like life, I guess.
Another week ends. Another one waits with its own surprises, lessons, and maybe, a few more unexpected guests.
Let’s see what the next one brings—hopefully less drama and more peace (but who am I kidding?).
