There are times in college when I just sit back and think about my life here - how superficial it is. No, I'm not saying it is how it is for everyone. I'm saying that for me, as a student from India theres nothing deep rooted to hold onto. Theres nothing meaningful to believe in. Schedules are so perfect, hook-ups are so emotionless, life is so mechanical I feel less like a human being. It's like living in the high school hostel I was never (fortunately) allowed to go to...

With 6.5 semesters still to go, a part of me wonders will I make it? Will I adjust? Will I manage to laugh at the small talk so alien to me and come back to my room and think my day was meaningful? Or will I find myself secretly craving my home only too often?

Only time can tell