Somwhere between, asking money from Dad for our expense and giving him money for his expense, we grew up.
Somewhere between, dropping a glass and crying out of innocence and smashing a mirror with our fist out of anger, we grew up.
The stench of cigarettes on his fingers made him regret lighting one every time but after a call from home every evening, he always found himself lighting… Read more “Hostel diary #5”
Somewhere in between, teasing friends with random girls in your class and helping your friends get home to their wives after a party, we grew up.
The way his crush, also his hostelmate, talked about his childhood made the butterflies in his stomach call up a storm greater than his mind could torture… Read more “Hostel diary #4”
When friends came back from home, they brought food. For day-scholars, it was just food but hostelers knew it was mother’s love in a box.
Trying new recipes on plastic mini stove along with Mum and cooking rice and dal for the entire family day and night, Somewhere in between, She grew… Read more “Growing up #2”