#InternDiaries

Monday morning; I hear the fingers hitting the keyboard. The lady at the right corner, talking in her shrill voice, telling people about their tasks for the day. Two ladies who I share the table with, happen to shift; said it is getting too crowded; well their new table is no less jammed. Perhaps they didn't want to sit with interns, haha. I notice eyes noticing me, judging me from my appearances, but they don't talk, they never say a 'good morning' or a 'how have you been?' but surely pack me with the day's work. Here, people are always making coffee, drinking coffee; chatting about their weekends. I pass people smoking their days away; I sit, unintentionally staring at them going about their day, taking it all in. How do they making up their mind to do the same things, everyday? How do they 'ideate' about things that have been already done. I am nothing special; just a college kid scared of getting lost in this viscous

circle of life, of the social life, of the adult life. Lost in the questions of what is what. It hits me, I am stuck too; stuck doing the same things over and over again