Hostel life was gifted to me by my parents at my 15th b'day... With some fear, some curiosity, n some excitement i left my home and entered a new world, which was not familiar with me. There were so many girls like me just the difference was some were extremely happy in being there.. some were less.
Many times i saw myself in every sad girl who wanted to go back to her home I had never ever cheered up or consoled anyone who was suffering from “homesickness” but shared my tears with her.
I learned so many things there, as I loved to do group studies, sharing happiness n pain, some with all my heart some with less as I didn’t wanted to share or compromise.. Yet did as per hostel rules.
I don't know how time flew away.. I kept changing roommates as shifted to other city for further studies , new hostel, new roommates, but something was still constant -Me, My hostel life and my visit to home at vacations only.
In between all this I never cared when my loyalty shifted from home to hostel life, I find myself more comfortable with my roommates then relatives. Now I love everything about hostel except the bad food ;) .
In the starting few years I wanted to return my home, but now all this become an important part of my life.
Today I got the (good) news.. “I have to return back to my home” .. as I completed my course and will have to wait for results for few days or may be months at home only.
I want to go back home but don’t want to leave my so special people of my life with whom I had shared so beautiful moments in this hostel. I want to be with my parents but I want to return back to my friends after the vacations. But all this is not possible now. Today at the age of 21 , m standing at the end of “ most beautiful days of my life” which will never come back again!!
at last I just want to say :
“Meeting is pleasure
Separation is pain..
But the earth is round
So we will meet again"!!
p.s Hostel life Rocks!! :)
