I Washed My Clothes | ‘A Whole Lot’ 😋
04 July 1994
#memoriesfromdiaries 💛
It is a fact, universally acknowledged, that every single student who has passed through the corridors of any school or college, must have experienced the blessed joys and the responsibilities of hostel life - at least once in their lifetime!
Even the most mousy guy, who has thus far been reticent, introverted and withdrawn, goes through a magical transformation of sorts once they step into the portals of a lovely hostel life!
The likes of the enfant terrible, the superbrat, and the spoilt child types, especially, are in for a kutty little rude jolt to begin with!
Put up with the mess! 😋
That’s ONE phrasal verb i guess, that would sum it all up at a go!
Your basic survival skills are the first set of skills to be tested in this workshop of life!
For the first time ever in my life, [as a sixteen-year old], I took to washing my clothes all by myself.
And how! 😛
Well, Sundays were usually reserved for washing our clothes!
But you see – Sundays also have a bevy of upstarts like pavapetta me, who have just jumpstarted on our hostel life, flocking in all sincerity to the wash area, - washing soap, cloth brush and bucket in hand, - trying our level best to apply the ‘let it shine all the time’ formula 😅on our clothes, socks and shoes, with the tiny-o-tiny basics that we’d learnt back at home, watching Amma (and Appa!) washing clothes and drying them all up on the terrace!
Our first ever set of survival skills were being tested here!
And all of us fared quite reasonably well, you see! ✅
And evenings we had our coffee with hot spicy bajji (akin to the pakora or the fritter types).
Nights were for drama practice at Miller Hall!
And the evening and the morning were the fourth day! 😋
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