The Hostel Chronicles

Hostel life is an experience that one never forgets. It’s not just about the place, but the friendships, the shared moments, and the small things that make each day special. I remember it clearly, the lazy days in the hostel, where even simple tasks became fun, and every day felt like a new adventure.

Our hostel room used to be a comfortably cluttered room. My roommates and I had tons of unspoken rules about who should do what, but chore-wise, we regularly argued with each other. One of our most common arguments was about washing the dishes.

We’d sit around, trying to remember the last time each of us had done it. "It’s definitely your turn," one would say, while another would reply, "No way, I did it last time!" These arguments might seem small, but they were special to us. They turned chores into something memorable.

Cleaning the room was another task we shared. One afternoon, I decided to clean up. As I picked up books, clothes, and random items scattered around, I remembered how each thing had a story.

A forgotten jersey from last night’s game, a half-read book someone had started but never finished, and notes from the classes we had barely attended. Each item was a piece of our hostel life, a part of our shared journey.

But the best parts of hostel life were the fun moments we had together. The hostel canteen was our favorite spot. We’d gather there for tea, enjoying a break from our busy schedules.

Late at night, we’d sneak into the canteen for milkshakes, convincing the staff to make them for us. The late hours made the milkshakes taste even better, like a secret treat.

Watching matches was a big event for us. Whether it was cricket, football, or a college game, we were always excited. We’d crowd around a small TV, the room buzzing with excitement. Every goal, every run, every point was celebrated with cheers and high-fives. These matches weren’t just games; they were moments of shared joy and excitement.

The beauty of hostel life was in these simple, yet special experiences. It was in the lazy afternoons spent arguing about chores, the spontaneous decisions to clean up, the shared cups of tea, and the midnight milkshakes.

It was in the collective excitement of watching matches and knowing you were part of a close-knit group of friends.

Looking back, I realize those days were some of the best of my life. The hostel, with its lazy charm and fun chaos, taught me the value of friendship, the joy of shared experiences, and the simple pleasure of living in the moment. It was a time filled with laughter, love, and unforgettable memories, and it will always hold a special place in my heart.

1. What happened and
2. What you have learned from it

Staying at the hostel was a mélange of squabbles, roars of laughter, and moments of joy. We would debate on chores, clean up together, relish midnight snacks, watch matches together, which etched really nice memories. From this experience, I learned to value friendship, the happiness of sharing moments, and the lesson of living life in the present.

The simplicity of these profound lessons made an indelible mark on my mind and therefore helped me shape my perception toward life and relationships.