Since the day , I have landed on my native place, its kind of weird for me. The fact that your stay at home is not vacation anymore keeps nailing and prodding your subconscious mind. U are provided with all kinds of opulence n luxuries that anyone can ask for, but you still long for that unroutined self managed pervertic lifestyle. You refuse to accept d implicit, unpalatable truth. There are so many unanswered questions!!
Why does a comfortable commode doesn’t feel the same as the dirty toilets in hostels?
Why do you think it was worth standing in a queue and waiting for your turn to have lunch than d food served to u at your command?(the bed side tea, d living room dinner)
Why was it better to starve at night and have a ‘maggi’ session at 3am than having a proper supper?
Like me everyone who stayed in hostel will definitely be experiencing d same antagonistic lifestyle. Everyone is aware of the reality but refuses 2 accept it!!!
Mr Siblu ..nostalgic abt days bygone...
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