A Diary from Cotton University The Cotton journey started on a rather strange winter with mask engulfed humans crawling their way to a new horizon of the unknown. The uncountable number of whatsapp groups and messages from unknown accounts flooding the chat box with greetings all over was sufficient to make any hard geek feel special. Slowly and firmly, over days and nights, over notes and introductions, some bonds started to feel like home, and would rather like to put it as "new homies". The dry december surfed its way out to a bloomy spring. However, the continuity was whipped off to a halt, when the 2nd wave of COVID smashed our maiden semester exams. Over protests of exams being offline and the numerous procrastination driven online scrolls, the exam preparation lay low. Finally, the examinations were walled down and extended to the later online module only when the preventable virus infected the faculty and students indiscriminately. The following months passed i...
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