My first love part 12 (back to home)

The warm weather and the beige colour of her hostel was welcoming. She found her lost happiness in it. Even the weak rope of spider Web hanging over the topmost corner of her hostel room appeared to be beautiful. The smell of January morning was lovely. The most hated person of the hostel - the hostel warden- even looked smilingly at her. It was what she needed, a change in atmosphere, a different place where she can be herself, be free and feel independent.
Anjana called her mother as a formality and informed that she has reached hostel safely and got back few advices on how to be a good girl. She does not talk to her father through call, so it was a great relief for her.
She then texted Suriya Prakash that she has reached hostel and started to get ready for the class.
As a first year student she had to go to the Anatomy class first and look at the cadavers (dead bodies) and learn about basic human anatomy. The Anatomy room was very big containing twenty tables with cadavers, on each table surrounded by 10 students seperated according to roll calls were observing their tutors lecturing about the day syllabus. With the irritation of eyes due to the formalin used to preserve the cadavers, Anjana was standing behind all the students as she was tallest among them. Even though it was gross, she enjoyed the class. Next was the physiology class where they have to sit in the class at the morning hours to listen to the lectures and at evening standing around microscopes and pippets and pricking their own fingers to test their own blood. The other subject was biochemistry (most dry and tough subject)  where sitting in the class was itself hard and hearing lectures of biochemistry was made more harder after eating (stomach fully) lunch.
This was her daily routine and she loved being in the room talking with Abharna and other of her classmates.
At night now a days Anjana slept sometimes even at 3Am, because she was talking (actually listening) to Suriya Prakash. He talked a lot, mostly about how he got injured while fighting over silly matters with his school friends and sometimes he asked her to call his school friends at midnight and they both used to tease them. It was fun. He made her laugh. She never laughed this much all at once in her whole lifetime. She was happy felt that happiness. And finally it was February, the month of valentine.