Delighted humans

As I sit with my notebook and a cup of tea on this beautiful rainy day, I wonder what different I could say about the rain which has not been said before. Kahlil Gibrain compared the rain drops to ' silver threads of pearls fallen from the crown of Ishtar' while John Keats compared it to an ' immortal drink'.The rain is by far the most poetic phenomenon that the earth has ever seen. People talk about how it cleanses the earth; however, apart from cleansing our earth , it cleanses our souls. It cleanses us from fear , gloom and hatred. When it rains heavily, life comes to a standstill ; traffic jams, water logging and difficulties in commuting arise. This time, however is a golden period ;a period when we can introspect an retrospect. I have always loved the rains and how it magically brings everything to life and brings joy to the soul. Stand still, enjoy this magical phenomenon , this is the time to let your heart free and enjoy the little drops collect o

कुछ खयाल ऐसे भी जो होठों पर आए नहीं, कुछ बातें ऐसी भी जो दिल बतलाया नहीं, कुछ यादें ऐसी भी जो याद करने से घबराते हैं, कुछ वादे ऐसे भी जो याद रहकर भी भूल जाते हैं, नई सी जगह , नई सी मैं हो गई, जाने खुद को कहां खो गई, यह कैसे बदलाव मे खो गई, नई सी जगह है, या नई मै हो गई ।

Far from home I find my bliss, Far from the place I sometimes miss, I miss the conversations, I miss the vibe, Now here I am trying to find my tribe. New people and places have always been exciting, But sometimes I really miss the old binding. Happy , ecstatic I always stay, Not knowing where my heart sways. Does it admire the uncertainty , Or find joy in the certain things. Does it desire the chilly hills or the warmth of homeliness? Far from home I continue finding my bliss, Wondering if there is anything I miss? Sometimes the heart feels less heavy, And I realise what I miss is a piece of me. Some books that I absolutely love and would like to recommend-

Term 1 was a rollercoaster ride; we got acquainted with a new place , new people and gathered experiences which were very different from our normal life. We created moments, celebrated , connected with the new place and the new people and had a lot of fun in the process. Every birthday was celebrated with enthusiasm and so were the festivals. We discovered a new city and also some of our hidden abilities. Tomorrow, we start with a new chapter ; a new term and loads of new stories , drama , fun and adventure. Ending this series with a few snaps of our campus. Till then, stay tuned! फिर मुलाकात होगी।♥️🌿 ADDITIONAL TIP:  Some essential things that would make your hostel life easy and fun

In our campus , sunsets are the prettiest. And sometimes , the sky changes colours. But do you know what's prettier? The bond that we share. Typically, how does one make friends?  1. You meet a person 2. You interact and learn about the common interests  3. You interact regularly and bond. A typical hostel friendship does not work that ways , specially when your institute has students from all over the country and there may be less common areas of interest. Here , it is all about embracing each other's uniqueness. We bond over music , Maggi and "chai". It is always fun being around people with entirely different experiences , backgrounds and opinions. A typical day is never complete without tea and Maggi and sometimes we choose to make it in our room. On lazy days , we go to the canteen ( we call it S.T.O.R.E ) here to grab a coffee. This is a snap of our S.T.O.R.E 's feedback wall

Now I had my new hostel room and new roommates and it was time to make that room  our "home". Home , I believe is never about the place or even the family members , it's about the vibe. It's about the place where you choose to be comfortable and happy; it is not about living with the best or the most caring people or the  but about choosing to accommodate and taking care of even the evil ones. So, for me home has always been in the feeling and it was time to make room no. 16 my home. I started the process by giving an artistic touch to the walls. "Some more polaroids can be added in the room." I thought. So I came up with the idea of hanging some pictures by tying a thread on the legs of my bunk bed. Meanwhile , we were involved in several other activities; making new friends being the most important one among them. Some connections were forced , others happened organically. Jam sessions became the best part of my d

The first trimester has now ended and as I look back , I realise how much these 90 days have changed us ; how I evolved into a slightly more responsible person , how I bonded with people I never thought I would. Maybe that's what college life is about. On day 0 , as the college registration went on , I looked around and observed students from different states and ethnicity. I wondered how different we all were; very different yet the same. The room allotment was the most awaited part and I was way too excited to meet my new roommates. "Room no. 16" , I read the allotted room no. against my name and entered my new room where I was going to begin a new phase of my life. As I entered, I saw my new roommate on the upper bunk bed talking in her regional language ( Telugu ) which was all greek to me and still is. My other new roommate who happens to be from the northeastern part of india entered just after me and I smiled at the kind of diversity my room offered