I didn’t note down what I did this whole week—I’m actually writing this entry on 02 November 2025. I didn’t even have a to-do list. But still, I remember a few things from this week that somehow stayed in my mind.

This week, I got a call from a coaching center. They wanted to schedule a demo session. I had applied for a teaching position at two places a week ago, because honestly I needed some money. I got responses from both. The first one turned out to be a fraud—thankfully, I checked their reviews in time and cancelled it. The second one, though, seemed genuine. The HR called and asked about my experiences, qualifications, background, and degree. He also pointed out that I was inexperienced. I lost hope.

But a few days later, the same HR called again—he apologized for the delay, saying it was because of Diwali. Then he asked to schedule my demo lecture. By evening, I received a confirmation message saying I had to teach 11th Science students — Biology, Kingdom Plantae, in the evening slot. I told my father about it. His first question was about my college studies, but eventually, he agreed since the timing didn’t clash. I didn’t tell him the real reason—that I needed money. Because he would’ve just said, “You don’t need to worry about that. I’m here for you.”

The next day, Gaajar decided to take a half day from the office to drop me at the location. But… I didn’t do well in my demo session. And I got rejected. Honestly, they were right—the students deserved someone more experienced. Still, it hurt. That evening, I poured all my thoughts into my diary. And strangely, I felt peaceful afterward. Because somewhere deep inside, I realized that failure is not the end. If it takes a thousand rejections to reach where I want to be, I’ll gladly take them. I’m ready to face whatever comes between me and the life I want to live.

Then, on Sunday, I received an unexpected email—a teaching job offer. I hadn’t even applied for it. At first, I thought it was fake, but after checking their website and reviews, I began to doubt my doubt. I texted Gaajar asking what I should do, but he didn’t reply. Maybe he was asleep—it was already around 9 PM. He’s out of town for 10 days for some office work, so I just decided to wait.

From Monday, 3 November 2025, college reopens. The next semester starts, and with it, the cycle of lectures, practicals, assignments, and exams begins again. I folded my clothes for the morning, packed my bag—lab coat, slippers, notebook, pen, ID card—and placed my shoes near the door.

But something felt strange that night. The house was quiet in a way that felt… familiar. On one hand, I wasn’t happy that college was reopening. On the other hand, I was relieved. Because no matter how tiring college gets, it still gives my days a sense of routine. During this entire vacation, all I did was sleep, babysit, help a bit with household work, and write here and there. Basically, just time pass.

I asked Tissue if she was coming to college tomorrow, but she said no. For a moment, I thought, then why should I go? But the next second, I told myself, No. I’ll go. Because it’s always better to move forward than to sit still.

I decided what I have to do for the next week. I made a small plan for myself — simple but clear:
1) Write 6 pages in first-person POV — 2 pages per day, with a gap of three days.
2) Write 3 chapters daily of my Rural Stethoscope story — around 18 pages total.
3) Read 10 stories — 2 stories per day, just to learn how others write.

So that’s how this week ended — with reflection, rejection, and a small restart.
And yes, I admit it — I wasted time and let distractions take over.

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