Sunlight and Syllabus

Morning light hits different when you're cramming for finals. I sit by this window every day,

same spot, same chaos of textbooks and chai stains on my desk. My mom thinks I'm

wasting electricity studying during the day, but there's something about natural light

that keeps me awake better than any coffee. The street noise, the pigeons on the

ledge, even the uncle selling vegetables below, it all just fades when you're deep

in organic chemistry equations. This corner has seen me through three semesters

now. Failed exams, late night panic, small victories. It's not aesthetic,

it's survival. But somehow, between the sunlight and the syllabus, I'm making it work.