I wrote this as a sort of journal entry type thing, when I was in college and someone told me to try writing something every week. I couldn’t fulfill that time frame, but I would do it occasionally. Posting it here not because it has some great meaning, but precisely because this simple, quotidian record of my thoughts about my day makes me smile each time I read it.
Today has actually been a good day. I woke up on time, ate one of Daniya’s apples that she generously brought from Kashmir, and showered peacefully. I stopped at a flower seller’s shop on my way to college and progressed one step further in my journalism assignment. Had an offline class with Vinaya ma’am for the first time ever, and am totally thrilled that we’re getting her again.
Public policy classes with Anita ma’am seemed to be a bit of a miss with me today, did not get fully correct answers. But was compensated by validation from Areesh sir for the research paper titles that we practised. “Very good,” he said approvingly. My mind was content.
Hung out with friends today, met a new guy with a cool skeleton hand pin. Chatted with Cynthia ma’am, Einstina ma’am, and Pramod sir who made fun of me as usual. Saw Ajna Sultana, that spellbinding beauty after a long time! Got Munch from Farah Khan.
Got to sit in the department for a long time, working on PP homework and finishing one Peter Mair paper. Consolidated my thoughts a little more. Spoke to friends and professors about that PARI commission. Mixed responses were given, but I decided to take it up, however daunting 518 pages of statistics sounded. And I’m damn glad I did, because once I started, I realised how easy it was. I can do it and my term paper with enough breathing space. I read one chapter of Samanth Subramanian’s This Divided Island for tomorrow’s narrative journalism class. The man astonishes me with his craft of writing.
I’m so satisfied today. I feel like I actually do resemble the Good Day biscuit – smiling, satisfying, fragile.