Hangout for a minute, Another PoolParty.

Today was indeed a surprise for me... When I saw that the owner is planning a 2nd pool party, my first thought was “oh, they actually listened.” The first one probably wasn’t just about swimming. It was a test. Do girls feel safe? Is the vibe chill? Do people actually relax or spend the whole time awkward? If the owner’s doing it again, that means the first one worked. And that matters.

Living in a hostel, your life gets very routine.Job, Classes, mess food, assignments, 4 walls, same faces. You get used to it, but you also get tired of it. A pool day breaks that loop. Not because water is magic, but because it reminds you that you’re more than your to-do list. For 6 hours, 1 PM to 7 PM, nobody’s asking about attendance or deadlines. It’s just “bring your swimwear, towels & good vibes.” I love that they wrote that on the poster. It’s permission. Permission to not be perfect, not be “productive,” just be present.And what can be more relaxing in this scorching summer than cool pool part...hella i am super excited.

“Only for Females” — that line makes a big difference in my head. At first I didn’t get why it had to be separate. Then I went to a mixed event once and spent more time adjusting my dupatta than actually enjoying. Here, I know I can jump in without overthinking. I can wear what I’m comfortable in, tie my hair up messy, laugh loudly, float on that pink flamingo without someone making a comment. That safety changes everything. It turns a pool into a space where we can actually breathe. Girls teasing each other, sharing sunscreen, fixing each other’s hair, taking those back-facing photos like the poster shows. No performance, just us.

Samreen Farm House, 13 June 2026. I’m already imagining it. The bus ride there is part of the fun. Everyone’s hyped, someone’s playing music, someone forgot their goggles. “Transport + Entry Pass + Food included” — that’s huge. Usually planning means 10 WhatsApp groups and 5 people dropping out last minute. When the owner handles logistics, the stress goes away. You just show up. And food after swimming? Hits different. Doesn’t matter if it’s simple. You’re hungry, sun-kissed, legs tired, and suddenly that plate feels like a feast. And when i remember my last week experience i gt more excited because everything was perfect.

My thought is: this isn’t really about the pool. It’s about community. Hostel life can feel lonely even when you’re surrounded by 100 girls. Everyone’s in their own world. But an event like this forces you to look up from your phone. You learn names. You find out who’s the daredevil doing cannonballs and who’s sitting at the edge dipping feet but laughing the loudest. You make a memory that has nothing to do with grades. Years later you won’t remember that one assignment, but you’ll remember “13 June 2026, when we all screamed because the water was freezing.”

I also think the owner gets something most people miss: girls need space to just be girls. Not students, not daughters, not “someone’s sister.” Just humans who want to splash water and make dumb memories.Splash Fun Memories.... and Unforgettable Memories....aren’t marketing lines. They’re what we’re actually starved for. We spend so much time being careful, being “good,” being responsible. A day where the only rule is “good vibes only” feels like oxygen.

If I go to this 2nd one, I think I’ll be less shy than the first time. I’ll know the drill. I’ll know which corner is less crowded, which aunty makes the best chai after, and which song will make everyone start dancing in the shallow end. That’s the beauty of a round 2 — it’s not new, it’s familiar. And familiar + fun = comfort.

So my thought is gratitude, honestly. Thanks to the owner for organizing it again. Thanks for understanding that we don’t just need a roof and food. We need moments. Moments where we can be loud, wet, messy, and happy without explaining ourselves. 13 June can’t come soon enough. I’m bringing extra towel, waterproof eyeliner I’ll ruin anyway, and my best laugh. Because 6 hours of this is worth more than 6 hours of scrolling.

This is what I think when I see the poster: We deserve this. And I’m glad someone planned it.

Right now I’m sitting with a warm cup of green tea in my hands, and it feels like the world slowed down a little. The steam is rising slowly, and the smell is light, earthy, a bit grassy. It’s not loud like coffee. It doesn’t demand attention. It just sits there, calm, and asks me to match its pace.

I’m not drinking it because I need energy. I’m drinking it because I want a pause. Between hostel noise, assignment deadlines, and the pool party excitement for 13 June, this 5-minute break feels necessary. The first sip is always a bit bitter, but then it turns soft. That’s how I feel too — a little tense at first, then slowly relaxing as I keep sipping. Moreover it helps me with my digestion and weight loss too ..

The cup feels warm against my palms. Outside there might be heat, plans, WhatsApp pings about the pool party, but in this moment it’s just me, the tea, and quiet. I like how green tea doesn’t try to be fancy. No whipped cream, no syrups. Just water + tea bad. Simple. Honest. It reminds me that not everything has to be extra to be good. And i like lemon grea tea of all.

Each sip feels like I’m pressing a tiny reset button. My shoulders drop a little. My thoughts stop racing. For these few minutes, I’m not planning, not overthinking, not worrying. I’m just here. Tasting the tea. Listening to whatever sound is around me. Being present.That’s what I love about this right now. It’s small. But small things hold you together on busy days. This cup of green tea isn’t just a drink. It’s my little break, my little peace, before life gets loud again.