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The place about which I had humanly possible inhibitions. Being away from my parents was my very first inhibition. Going out of my comfort zone, away from the pampering and care that I was used to. Being away from my familiar surroundings to somewhere where I had linguistic issues.
I am sociable with people who I find comfortable to move with and this was my biggest hurdle. I need to be in cohesion with people who I have never met and people who are very different in their perspectives and culture. Culture and food habits are very big challenges.
Then comes the rules associated with hostel. To come back into the premises before 8pm and this was the most toughest rule to follow as I grew up as a nightstalker. The food in the mess would either be too spicy or too tangy and I hated both.
As I entered with too many mindblocks I felt uncomfortable for the initial two or three months. Then the hostel became my second home close to heart. It taught me memorable lessons to take along throughout my life.
It was a place that not just connected culture, values from Kashmir in the North to Kanyakumari in the South but it connected people from across different continents. There was this mutual exchange of culture, thought process and knowledge. I came across various cuisines by suggestions of my hostel mates.
It broke my fear to socialize completely and language wasn't a major issue when it comes to unity in development. It broke several taboos that I carried along with me. It taught me the necessity of adaptability and to remain humble with everyone.
Hostel was the place to celebrate birthdays, to have drink parties, to rote learn before the exam, to chit chat, to cook and for everything possible to imagination.
Though there were moments where I felt homesick but the hostel Life overall was a cherishable experience.