A normal Tuesday in a Kota hostel. No motivation, just the schedule.
What the brochure photos leave out: the corridor, the mess, the silence, and the empty beds.
What the brochure photos leave out: the corridor, the mess, the silence, and the empty beds.
A fictional hostel room, one power cut, and a song nobody knows the words to.
Short post. I'm not going to repeat myself.
A soft, slightly embarrassing account of how my Sunday-night film ritual was quietly wrecking my week.
Comparison is a very loud voice at 1 am. Here's what I've learned about turning the volume down.
What a couplet can do that a loose poem can't, and the other way round. From someone who writes both in a drop year.
One page, five blocks a day, and three rules that stop it from collapsing by Wednesday.
Proof by contradiction, a legend about a drowned mathematician, and why my code can never store the diagonal of a square.
Narrow lanes, one million photocopy shops, and what I wish I had asked before paying a single rupee.
No fancy diet. Just what a NEET repeater with a small budget and one induction stove figured out.
A big-brother kind of post about birthdays, group chats that get quieter, and what it means to be the one who stays.
One old phone, a lot of walking, a few awkward moments, and the rule that matters more than any camera setting.