Each morning is the same struggle — my alarm going off, me trying to tell myself that five more minutes won't make a difference, and subsequently rushing out (once again). As I dart out of my hostel room with a hastily made-up cup of coffee, already the campus appears to be awake — from the laughter in one corner, the gossips in another, to that one friend who never fails to be punctual waiting for me outside the gate.
The initial lecture tends to tone the day. Certain days it's all energy and play, and some days it's like a slideshow that doesn't end. Amidst classes, my friends and I slip out to the café — our hangout where gossip, chai, and random philosophical conversations coincide. There's something magical about those little interludes that charge us up for the mayhem that lies ahead.
Afternoons for classes, labs, and the occasional hour-long power nap that always seems to happen. By dusk, campus becomes golden — everybody's out snapping photos, jamming, or just sitting under trees, relaxing. That's my favorite part, when it all winds down a little and you appreciate how much you're going to miss it one day.
College life isn't ideal — it's messy, unpredictable, and full of deadlines. But it's where we laugh the hardest, where we learn the most, and where we begin to uncover who we truly are. Each day here is a combination of chaos and tranquility — and I wouldn't exchange it for anything. ????
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