In the end, life is just a series of choices that we make for ourselves.
From choosing to wake up in the morning to going to bed at night.
And Somlata did not want to go to bed that night.
It was like a routine that she abhorred carrying out.
Wasn't sleep just a way to rest the tired body?
Her body wasn't tired.
Her heart and mind were.
And she needed something or wanted to do something that would wipe away her nerves' exhaustion.
Sleeping won't help, she knew because she was an insomniac.
Falling asleep was more of a battle than an action of rest and peace.
She looked at the clock.
It was 1 AM.
In about 10 hours, she will have to attend a class at the university.
If she chooses not to attend the class, then there will be consequences and if she does then she will have some pages of class notes in her diary.
She let her body fall on the bed lifelessly.
How would it have been if she could leave the body for a while...but then again, where would she go?
Maybe shutting down the body system for a while would be a good ability to have.
Her daily life has become mundane and colourless.
Nothing of interest grabbed her attention.
Food has become bland and tasteless; places have become crowded and social media was just a bunch of crap.
She picked up her phone and opened WhatsApp.
There was a text from Fiza. Coming to class tomorrow?
Yes. You?
She waited staring at the screen mindlessly.
A while later a reply popped up. Yep. I have nowhere to go anyway.
Point.
They had nowhere to go, and no work to do that's why they were pursuing a PhD.
It was a choice they made to not get tagged as a 'failure' or a 'worthless worm'.
It sounded so self-deriding since PhD is a matter of respect.
She turned over and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Ten years back she was a young girl bubbling with energy, beauty and a burning hope looking forward to every morning.
Now she was a fat, exhausted, broken failure living out her day-to-day life because dying needed courage and she did not have that.
If she knew life would be this boring, she would have...
Well...what would she have done?
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Daily life of a PhD scholar
HumorThe series is about four scholars of unique attributes--Fiza, the introverted overthinker, Somlata, the depressed rebel, Piyushi, the cool-headed social butterfly, and Jia, the hyper-active extrovert. Four of them come from different backgrounds and...
