It means a sort of tight-rope walk between the library and the photocopy shop, where your dinner is often a vada pav and your sleep is a rumour. For me, it’s less about the syllabus and more about calculating if I can cover this term’s fees before the next fine kicks in. So, a heavy semester means the sound of the library ceiling fan is more familiar than the voice of my own mother, calling from home.
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