home away from home

With the bag packs I walked through the door,
saw some of them sitting and some lying on the floor.
As I walked in I smiled and winked
Searching for the one whom I know, I headed towards the warden’s office to ask which way to go
She took a leap and walked ahead to show me where was
my cupboard and bed.
I entered inside the room and unpacked my stuff,
With relief on my face I untied my laces and opened my cuffs.
Dinner time! The bells rang
I picked up my plate and downstairs I ran
Standing in the queue I questioned “how is the food?”
“New in the hostel?” wait for few days you will come to know”
I got the reply.
Although I craved for home food I ate, I chatted, I became friends.
Soon no one remained a stranger and we formed a league,
Started off with a mission, to trouble the alien who had mal- nutrition, people called warden.
We knocked, we ran, we hid, imitated and laughed
We did things she never thought, all those things surely made her hot.
We bitched, we shared – when angry we stared
Had nights dipped in songs, dance, maggie and guitars,
When nothing to do we acted like retards
From mid-night birthday wishes to sneak outs,
From late nights to night outs.
We became partners in crime,
in dark rooms we had movie prime time.
Hostel life taught us a lot,
What to do when you can’t cut things according to your cloth.
How to travel, what to eat,
What to keep and what to delete.
There were times when we hog and sometimes we starve like a dog.
And now I sigh when I think about the day we all will be in different phases and spheres of life and when will take a walk down this old, sparkling, emotional and funny memory lane.
I bet there will be curve on the face and droplets in our eyes.
I’m going to miss this place, these days and my darlings.