Let Me Go..

And as I remove my keys from the key-chain, a chill goes down my spine. Even after cribbing so much and not enjoying a bit of this hostel life, I feel a weird sense of belongingness which is holding me back. As if someone is saying, "Don't go." I can't believe I, of all the people, am saying this but yes. I will miss this hostel a lot. I will miss my room, fighting and laughing in the room, watching TV series, waiting to get the room cleaned, going crazy while giving telephonic interviews, jumping here and there when I was happy, drinking tea while reading novels, the cool breeze in the basketball court, running down to lectures because I was already late, the crazy times of submitting multiple assignments on the same day, the times during exams, the sports tournaments, coming to know about who bitched about whom and said what, making fun of people, being made fun of, freshers to farewell, chicken in the mess, the regular dose of tadka maggi. Every damn moment is coming back as if it is happening right now.

I hear a voice grunting out "Stockholm syndrome!!" Oh, that was my brain. But stockholm syndrome or not, I will definitely remember my first and only hostel life. The fight to survive over here for two years was definitely worth the memories. Even after not enjoying as much as the others, the belongingness which I have grown for this place is amazing and is not a bit negative. I am happy that I can feel for a place even though it has not exactly been the best time of life.

Yes, it is natural for life to go on. But it is also great irony that no matter what, life goes on. Time is not going to wait for me to brood over leaving the hostel, my room which had come quite close to my home. It is time for me to remember this place as a memory and say my goodbyes.

Symbiosis - you will be missed.