Did you cry on the first day of your hostel life?
No,not on the first day.But like everyday after that for about a year.
I went to hostel when i was 8 years old.I was excited as i was enjoying the admission process,travelling from local guardians' house to hostel and back to their house.
A week passed.All process done.I was standing near the main gate of the hostel along with my father.
I probably forgot in excitement that my father will finally leave me in the hostel and then go back to home.
Me:Papa,lets go home now,its been a while since we are here.
Papa:What?no,you won't go home.From today onwards,you will stay here only.
I just nodded my head as i knew i came to this place for the same purpose.I was just ignoring the fact.
Papa and local guardian left.
I remember wearing hostel's dress for games time.I wasn't comfortable in white shoes and shocks.
Warden:You have to get used to this.
With all this happening,my little mind accepted the fact that i am in hostel.
That day passed.I slept early that day as i was tired.
I remember,crying,sitting in my class,with heads down,the next day.
Class teacher:Hey boy,what's your name?why are you crying?
Some other hosteler:He is missing his home.
Class teacher:Oh,you will be fine.Pay attention in class for now.
I remember,crying,in my bed.Face covered with blanket,during night time.
That was the begining of my hostel journey,since then i have been living in hostel.
Thanks for reading.