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Home, Finally. And a Little Forensic Fun Too

 It’s been almost two months since I left for college—and guess what? I’m finally home. 


And let me tell you... the kind of peace you feel at home is just chef’s kiss. No one’s judging you. No one’s hurting you. Just warm hugs, unlimited food, and that magical energy of being around parents who give you everything without even asking.


(Okay wait—let’s pause. I’m starting to sound too grown-up talking about my parents like this. Let’s divert before I start crying.)


This past week? Pure emotional turmoil. I was homesick like crazy. Dramatic levels of desperation were reached. But! Amid all this... we had a trip! 


On Thursday, we went to Thrissur for a forensic lab visit. And believe me—it was actually fun. Like... actually.


Bonus: Our sweet seniors were with us too. Hands down, the nicest seniors anyone could ask for. We also got the same bus we took for our Kanyakumari trip last year—so obviously, that brought back a flood of good ol' memories. 


We started the journey at around 7:45 AM and reached the lab by 11:30. They gave us a detailed class on forensic topics. Our batch went second, and it wrapped up around 4:20 PM.


Lunch? Tea? Dinner? All from nearby restaurants. Not too bad. But you know what the real highlight was?


The return bus ride.


Dancing like maniacs in the little space between seats, vibing to banger songs with our friends, laughing at the chaos... ugh, I loved every second of it.

It was our first ever trip as part of the curriculum—and it became a core memory, just like that.


And now, here I am. Back at home. Cozy clothes on. No pressure. No alarms. Just peace. Pure peace.



Some days are for feeling drained. Some are for dancing on the bus. And some—are for doing absolutely nothing but being surrounded by love. Wherever you are,  find your version of “home.” Even if it’s just a cup of tea and a familiar playlist. 


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