Aug' 25, 2014 / Day forty three

Not This Monday

10.00 PM : while returning from dinner, I realised that I have lost sense of time. I felt (even thought I write this blog daily, and technically I should not get confused.) like it was still weekend. Its like the routine, which I suppose have not mentioned anytime here, makes the feeling of all days similar, especially when you are returning from mess.

A typical day involves, a trip to mess after a great effort on my part to getup, for breakfast. This is usually followed by coming back to room, getting ready and leaving for department.

At noon, I return from department, for lunch, again visit my room for some rest, before heading back to department.

The evening is marked by trip to mess for tea, and then I try to make it to swimming pool. (which has a fifty percent success rate). At night there is another trip to mess for dinner and if I'm in mood for study, a final trip to department, from where I return after midnight. This is usually accompanied by trip to IRCTC cafe for tea or snacks before returning to my room.