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HOSTEL DIARIES💓


People from different states,

Were brought together as roommates.

We hesitated to speak,

As our communication was weak.

We growed as days goes on,

And became an unbreakable bond. 


Late-night chatter and midnight walk;

Always resulted in a burst of laugh.

Everyone gathered with gossip of the day;

As each had a unique story to say.

Many people teach you how to care,

But roommates teach you how to share. 


We shared a room, and emotions too, 

But this happens only for a few.

Classes, exams, and projects to do, 

But with my friends, I sailed through.

Scolding from Warden, 

Doesn't seems to be a burden.


Doing laundry and small chores,

Is always a fun not bores.

We laughed, we cried, and made up,

There's no shame to share the same cup.

With midnight snacks and homemade treats,

We replaced the mess food,with delicious eats.


We entered the room with fears,

Now leaving the room with tears.

Met as strangers, 

Now they're the life changers.

Hostel life, is not just a stay, 

It's an experience, day by day❤



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