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Personal hostel experiences
Unlike other kids, I was thrilled to go to the hostel, eager for the freedom and absence of family rules.
On the first night, my mom left me in the hostel in tears, but as soon as I entered my room and saw the bed, I couldn't help but jump in with excitement, feeling the rush of newfound freedom.
Our warden, who was like a second mother to me, witnessed all our antics from my window.
With three other roommates, we engaged in all sorts of mischief. Our nightly routine included waking up at 3 a.m., taking a quick shower, and then returning to bed just in time for the 6 a.m. study session. After our late-night studies, we'd gather for coffee and biscuits from 10 to 11, where we'd gossip about classmates and share funny stories.
I was everyone's favorite in the hostel, from fellow students to the warden. Despite being the mastermind behind many pranks, I somehow managed to evade suspicion from the warden.
Our go-to late-night snack was kettle Maggi, prepared stealthily to avoid detection by the warden.
In the hostel, everything was communal. We never locked each other's cupboards and shared everything freely. Neither mine not your, it's ours
One of our most daring escapades involved sneaking into a teacher's room and cutting their clothes because they extended the night study hours. It was a group effort, with each of us using different methods to alter the clothes.
I handled the task with care, using scissors to transform full sleeves into sleeveless garments. To my right, a girl wielded a blade, while another girl used her sharp teeth to tear the fabric.
We often skipped morning study sessions intentionally, preferring to lock ourselves in our room and catch up on sleep, even if it meant enduring the teacher's pounding on our door.
Living in the hostel provided me with ample time to excel in both academics and sports. I cherished the freedom to have fun with friends while still finding time to study when they were asleep.
We often arrived at the dining hall late, our warden will lock our block one's times up. Undeterred, we'd climb walls and jump to make it to breakfast in perfectly late time. Despite the rule of one vada per person, we'd charm the serving aunties into giving us handfuls of vada by befriending them.
While my hostel experience was filled with fond memories, it's worth noting that it's not always the healthiest choice for proper sleep, nutrition, and academic focus, whether for oneself or for future generations.
© Aboorva
DISCLAIMER: While hostels can be enjoyable, it's important to acknowledge that they're not always easy. There were moments of loneliness and longing for family, where we'd retreat to our cupboards to cry in private. Our warden and teachers are extremely strict, even resorting to mental punishment, but despite the challenges, we found solace in each other's company and continued to laugh and enjoy our time together.
On the first night, my mom left me in the hostel in tears, but as soon as I entered my room and saw the bed, I couldn't help but jump in with excitement, feeling the rush of newfound freedom.
Our warden, who was like a second mother to me, witnessed all our antics from my window.
With three other roommates, we engaged in all sorts of mischief. Our nightly routine included waking up at 3 a.m., taking a quick shower, and then returning to bed just in time for the 6 a.m. study session. After our late-night studies, we'd gather for coffee and biscuits from 10 to 11, where we'd gossip about classmates and share funny stories.
I was everyone's favorite in the hostel, from fellow students to the warden. Despite being the mastermind behind many pranks, I somehow managed to evade suspicion from the warden.
Our go-to late-night snack was kettle Maggi, prepared stealthily to avoid detection by the warden.
In the hostel, everything was communal. We never locked each other's cupboards and shared everything freely. Neither mine not your, it's ours
One of our most daring escapades involved sneaking into a teacher's room and cutting their clothes because they extended the night study hours. It was a group effort, with each of us using different methods to alter the clothes.
I handled the task with care, using scissors to transform full sleeves into sleeveless garments. To my right, a girl wielded a blade, while another girl used her sharp teeth to tear the fabric.
We often skipped morning study sessions intentionally, preferring to lock ourselves in our room and catch up on sleep, even if it meant enduring the teacher's pounding on our door.
Living in the hostel provided me with ample time to excel in both academics and sports. I cherished the freedom to have fun with friends while still finding time to study when they were asleep.
We often arrived at the dining hall late, our warden will lock our block one's times up. Undeterred, we'd climb walls and jump to make it to breakfast in perfectly late time. Despite the rule of one vada per person, we'd charm the serving aunties into giving us handfuls of vada by befriending them.
While my hostel experience was filled with fond memories, it's worth noting that it's not always the healthiest choice for proper sleep, nutrition, and academic focus, whether for oneself or for future generations.
© Aboorva
DISCLAIMER: While hostels can be enjoyable, it's important to acknowledge that they're not always easy. There were moments of loneliness and longing for family, where we'd retreat to our cupboards to cry in private. Our warden and teachers are extremely strict, even resorting to mental punishment, but despite the challenges, we found solace in each other's company and continued to laugh and enjoy our time together.
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