The Sadananda Vihar Taap Ten

Granted, standing in line with your bucket and clothes, waiting for your turn; or cursing the girl who snuck in before you when you had been waiting for 40 minutes for (what is rightfully) your turn; or having the bathroom door knocked on (when you are eventually in, of course) followed by “how long will you take?” is not something one necessarily enjoys. But they do make for some amusing memories.

Places you live in always hold a special place in your heart irrespective of their shortcomings. Rukhmani Ram compiles her taap ten memories of Sadananda Vihar, a conservative and restrictive women’s hostel after spending four years there [hat tip: Silverine].