Surrounded by a feeling of dread and dismay
I’m thinking about the good old hostel days
Stealing macaroni from the mess was a piece of cake
Playing guitar till the sun took the night away
We were young we were free, we had nothing to fake
We had chappal and danda before that birthday cake
The horror stories about our pg kept us wide awake
I miss those 2am walks, the cold wind hitting my face
I still remember that memorable first-year night
Watching grudge at 3 too scared to hit the lights
Rum balls at a sip of doon was a daily thing
Playing 2k15 for that frostick bet I’m in
Exams gaye bhad me let’s go multiplayer
Bro aadha syllabus bacha but we don’t care
Now I wonder where did that innocence go?
In the city of dreams life’s a horror show
But then I smile thinking about the memories we made
I really really miss those hostel days
~Devansh Joshi
Haridwar, India
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