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Hello Readers!

today I am going to share the scenario of my hostel prep. Board results came and my parents decided to leave me in a hostel for further studies. and being a child of the 2000's I was super excited to get a seat in a hostel as I am a fan of 3idiots movie. the funs they showed and the scary parts they tried to hide were in my mind. whether the logic of Chatur & Rancho or the "Mutra Bisarjan". 

The final decision for my shift to a hostel was both excited and scared. I was constantly imagining who would be Farhan Raju for me. Though I was never been a genius like Rancho but is human nature to adopt the hero. The whole day I and my younger sister were packing my luggage and occasionally went to a sad climax that we both were going to miss each other.  

I started being more favorable to my unfavourite dishes. My grandparents were warning me, again and again, to-do list. It was all good during the day but the nights became a nightmare for me. I was dreaming of ghosts scrapping my legs, the seniors ragging, and the scary wardens. Oh, such awful thoughts I had for some nights. Who would make Chinese was a big discussion between us. She wasn't quite well because she don't get the logic of further studies. Even when there was kind of colleges in our city, then why move to another city! But today I laugh at myself for being such thoughtful, literally if I ever could use this mind in literature maybe I would have been a great writer today! 

Jokes apart, I was so worried for my roommates and hostel mates. How would be they, would I be able to make up for everything that will come on my way? I always have been good at making friends but have always been worst at sharing my intriguing thoughts. I was losing my confidence. How would I be able to manage all this? May they would consider me weird, may they would judge me, may they would judge me for having stammering, may they wouldn't laugh at my perks and jokes, may they wouldn't appreciate me, may I couldn't maintain harmony with everyone, so many may be in my mind was constantly hammering my mind. This hostel was Such a headache for me then.

In this dues, the morning arrived for leaving my home. Everyone and everything were ready to say goodbye. I was worried, but something was more worried than me. My pet, my room, my shelf, my paints oh couldn't I take this all with me! " I am going to miss all these terribly." Suddenly My father told, " you are going for studies, and firmly take your needy things. This will be here till you will return home. " Acclimating to the hostel was never been easy for me; I didn't find that feeling of harmony that I had with me in the home. But we left home, towards my new home!

Headed to the hostel, finally, the wait is over. The excitement and fear came to glance when at the entrance I saw some more luggage. You know, a beggar can understand the sorrow of another beggar. Likewise, they were relaxing me, and I tried my best. Within an hour, official paperwork was done, and I was allocated a room on the 2nd floor a corner room. My mother was moving 2 pieces of luggage, one is my bag pack and the second one is me. Just like the first school day, I won't forget how my steps were just moving backward and my mind racing a marathon. 

With a very inconsistent feeling, I knocked on the door, and one of my future roommates opened it. She didn't even ask to come inside, I was wondering how rude someone can be!  When I came inside, my mother instantly started unpacking my backpack. All of a sudden one of them said watching my shorts; you aren't allowed to wear anything else than suits and salwar. the first stage of fear was grasping me. anyway, mama helped me keep everything in place. and finally, she was about to leave!

Watching the Leaving your favorite person is the hardest of all, those goodbyes are the worst. mainly for Introverts. isn't it? As I knew my parents will soon leave the city for my sister's higher studies and hardly they will gonna come in longest vacations only. and you know what my stupid mind still imagining the ragging scene of Rancho. 

Whatever every known person left, maybe for the first time I saw my parents bursting into tears. Like they knew how complex things going to be for me. The closest person my little sister handed me a gift and just left. We didn't even have a last hug or a goodbye. As always I tried controlling my tears and failed. things messed up and I was crying without even saying bye I bid a good journey to my family. After some time I came to my room. Placed everything in and was steadily realizing I was left with some unknown faces and figures only. Two of my roommates and a chair, table, bed, and cupboard one for each. It was a tougher job to ask them their name, but I did. I asked, and thankfully they replied so humbly. They tried to comfort me with some of their amateur experiences and rules, regulations, and timings. I felt really reliable after a long time. 

Wrapping off here, the time was about quarter to 9 and the canteen bell rang.

we left together.