Bishal's POV (reference: the diary)
My name is Bishal. I'm currently 12 years old. Well from today I am going to live and study in a boarding school. I don't know why I agreed to come to this school. I have never lived a day without my parents and my elder sister.
Oh God I'm really missing her. She is the one I am most comfortable with. I share everything with her and now I can't. That's why I'm writing this diary.
But I think I will stop writing after some days cause I can't write everything. Like literally there will be somethings that should be always kept in heart, right!
Anyways, today I met a lot of my classmates. But I'm not familiar with anyone else. We will slowly become friends, I know. To be honest other than boy's there are some good looking girls in our class I think. Haha...
I am a boy so I have to like girls right?
I have got a roommate and his name is Avik. To be honest he looks like a good guy but we haven't talked much since he came. Well I came first in this room cause I was assigned first.
I took the lower bunker and he took the upper. I was lucky after all to get the lower bed. I don't have to come down everytime to do things. I can just get up and go do my things. Haha serves him well. Who told him to come late.
But I have a concern...why didn't I cried? Of course I was feeling sad but I didn't cried at all. I don't know why but I want to cry so badly. So I asked my roommate.
"Hey aren't you gonna cry?"
He looked at me like I just asked him to die.
"What?" I asked again "Aren't you gonna cry?"
He said almost like I hurt his self respect, "How can you say that to someone? If you feel like crying just cry why ask me?"
I was like what is the problem with this dude? Why is his mood so cranky?I just asked him a simple question.
Well whatever I don't want to argue. I guess he was saying this cause he was sad. Previously I saw that he has a little sister, so maybe that's why.
Now let's talk about the food. Hell, I couldn't able to eat the food. It was so bad. The dal was like water all over. The aloo chokha was good and the papad was like I was some kind of hard substance.
But tension not, cause I will adapt to it cause I have to spend my five years in this hostel and for living I have to eat something even if it is garbage.
Other than that the room is good. But the boy's hostel is really crowded. Anyway I have to sleep now cause I have class the tomorrow.
Good night my love....haha just kidding.