I am Aadhi, the hostel’s in-house storyteller, legend, or whatever other fancy title you can think of. I guess I have a reputation for rambling when I open my mouth. Heck, this is why I choose to pour my heart and soul into the blank pages of my journal in cozy corners of our college hostel. Just like now. But this rambling is different. Trust me on that.

My eyes are glued to the ironing board occupying center stage in the laundry room.