With The Fungus Gone.

The basement in the GB(i.e the girl’s block) has always been special to different people in different ways.For some its the height of fun,for others its a reminder of their past here and not so nice memories. But for me it has always been a place with the cleanest bathrooms in the block and a perennially dog-free zone.It has admittedly been nothing more and nothing less,until today that is.While the entire block was rejoicing the much awaited opening of the new mess,I was left sweeping ants out of my room.How an anthill came to be near my room in a matter of few hours between lunch and tea is something I am not able to fathom.May be as so many things are, its endemic to the hostels here.They were too many in number to be successfully swept off which meant I had to kill the whole wretched lot of them.Its not a nice thing to do anytime, least of all on a day when you wake up to find that people actually don’t know how to flush toilets.With my safest sanctuary gone and my feet red with ant-bites, me and my room mate some how managed to get rid of the scary looking writhing black patches on the walls,floor,bins and pretty much everywhere.Its after that I realised that the impregnable basement had been broken down.Tomorrrow the new mess shall be opened and with that every girl in the block will use the new path through the basement,indeed the days of peace in solitude seem to have been stolen away…