Hello! First-gen hosteller from Guwahati, here mostly to overshare about anime and quietly miss my mother's aloo pitika. I promise to be the friend who remembers your birthday. Be nice to me, I'm still figuring out the metro.

Internals week and I have read the same page of Milton four times without absorbing a single word. My brain has simply logged off. Going to make one cutting chai, breathe, and try again, because panicking has never once decoded Paradise Lost for me.

Someone asked me today if we 'have proper cities in Assam' and laughed like it was a joke. I smiled because I was tired, but yaar it stayed with me all evening. I love this city but sometimes it doesn't know my part of the country exists.

Rewatched a certain slice-of-life anime at 2am and full-on sobbed into my pillow so I wouldn't wake my roommate. There is something about warm fictional kitchens that hits different when your own kitchen is 1800 km away. Anyone else use anime as a homesickness blanket?

The hostel bathroom queue is a whole friendship arc

Nobody tells you that your closest college friendships form in the 8am bathroom line, half-asleep, sharing a mug of Bournvita like it's a sacred rite. My roommate is from Indore, the girl next door from Manipur, and somehow our mismatched homesickness fits together. Yaar, this weird corridor is starting to feel like people.