“It is coming back to the room and deciding to lay down for an hour and waking up to find you were transported to a world which is a four full hours ahead. It is your ears refusing to let the lectures penetrate deep enough to reach your brain. It is the long purposeless wandering of your feet on the insti roads at night, past sleeping dogs, past lone cycles, feeling your soul floating in the night sky sometimes with a moon — even a supermoon — for company. It is sitting down to study only to see your hand move against your will like Pettigrew’s towards your phone to check: what are the several cats doing on Facebook now, how many likes does Emma Watson have on her page…Wait, I think I should be studying. Woah, so many Whatsapp messages. What is the PQR Hostel group up to now? When did XYZ change their dp? She looks nice. Why am I even online? Why am I even alive? Let me Google ‘most powerful motivational sites’… I am killing it now, here goes….Hey, what’s up da?. Me, I am studying…. Shut the phone…..let’s get some tea. Ramu? I should be back as soon as possible and study. How about the library? Is it too cold? Actually too far. I will sit he- why is the room so messy! No wonder I am not studying much. Let me rearrange things. “