My Hostel Days-2 (the eve that wasn't...)
It was the first ever evening all alone without my parents to pamper; without my silly sister to boss around; with a pair of random strangers. It felt terribly suffocating to be inside those four dimly painted walls with some scribblings here and there. I didn't feel like talking to anyone. All I could do was to unpack my briefcase and verify the belongings for the nth time— wallet with some fifties; pouch full of jingling coins ( to put into the coinbox Phone) accompanied with a brand new pocket diary, in which all my parents, relatives and friends' contact numbers had been written (As if I were to be allowed to talk leisurely) I just sat on the bed, contemplating my house which would have become ominously silent without me having trivial brawls with my sister to make it a messy mansion. Never in my life I had felt that much lonely as I felt on that evening. It was 6:30pm; it started to dim, I turned on the light which stuttered a bit and came to life. Then I we...