Hostel Diaries

6.00 am – The bell rang. I suddenly woke up and looked through the window of the bus. The city in morning shades flashed through my eyes. I looked at the heavy bags stuffed with books and clothes. They were looking at me helplessly as though I was to enter a world of horrors. I was returning to the hostel after the holidays. The bus stopped at the next station. I somehow managed to take my luggage and got out of the bus. After a few minutes, I stepped into the courtyard of the hostel with an expression of preparing for war.
9.00 am-I started climbing the steps of the hostel with heavy luggage. The first floor, I walked straight. The second floor, I started to bend a bit as the luggage was taking revenge on me. The third floor, I bent and bent, and my posture seemed like a comma in a text. I dashed into my room and dived into my bed. My legs did not fit in the little bed. I was about to close my tired eyes, and that is when my roommate came. I blabbered something to her in half sleep. I was sinking into deep sleep. Then my friends came to the room. A lot of friends came. And sleep existed only in my dreams. Then the bell rang in the hostel. I took some books from here and there, stuffed it in my bag and went to the college.
4.00 pm- I came after the college and my empty stomach cried in hunger. The mess bell rang. I went to the mess hall and through the bustling crowd, I got to the food serving table dreaming of some delicious snacks. The lady there gave me a cup of tea and a banana. That is it! A friend came and asked me to shut my mouth that opened itself in awe. I sat at the table with my buddies. I took a sip of tea in between the table talks. The tea contained four drops of milk, a little tea powder and sugar, and lots and lots of water!
6.00 pm- Waiting in the long queue to take a bath. It was my turn, and that is when the electricity was cut, and I was stuck inside the bathroom with my red bucket. It was getting dark, and we screamed our heart out. After a while, the lights were on. I could hear my friend who is a horrible bathroom singer, singing some weird songs. I was about to finish bathing but my friends standing outside kept on banging at the door.
7.00 pm- I was missing my Mom’s delicious food, and I took the tiffin box that was kept inside my bag by my mom. I opened the lid and the aroma of homemade food tickled my taste buds. My friends came and in a minute the Tiffin became ‘history’!
8.00 pm- The mess bell rang and in the mess hall, large plates with a small amount of curry in it were waiting for us. After having it, I went to my room, stared at my luggage for a long time thinking of the hectic task of unpacking them and cleaning the room.
10.30 pm- The bell rang to switch off the lights. I squeezed into my little bed.
6.00 am, next day- The bell rang. I woke up. I took my brush and found that my toothpaste was empty. I squeezed it, cut it, and finally I got a pea size of it. I walked through the corridor waiting for the next bell.
This article is to the legendary hostelers who survived through all the bells of horrors. Even though going back to hostel hurts, it is the best place to live, laugh and love. Now when I think about it, my lips smile, and the treasured hostel memories would be forever cherished.

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Maria Brony