coming home

After spending days sulking and dreading 17th july,i finally arrived at the hostel.My spirits were very low as i entered the cage(yeah not joking,thats wat the hostel gates r officially known as).The moment i stepped inside i noticed a lot of changes.The old gatekeeper hd been replaced by a giant dark fellow,who glared at me nd asked for my id..what the hell!!no one had dared asked me that in my two years in the hostel!!dumb man..i m in third year understand..oh o sorry naya hun,he said..to main kya karu..gosh i ws in a temper..

Then i saw stupid new faces staring at me..ok i ws luking funny carrying a zillion bags..but how dare they!!dumb freshers..the gate keeper finally came to my rescue nd carried my stuff to my room..umm b-22..i had never in my life seen something so dusty(moreover i hv a severely allergic to dust)).No cleaners wer in view..muttering curses i picked up the broom nd started the task of cleaning up(sneezes)i finally unpacked nd made my bed n all(more sneezes)
i ws feeling so greasy nd dirty by the end of it..i decided that i needed a break or i wud kill myself(frm the continuous sneezing).

As i was walking in the corridors i luked up,the beautiful victorian archways luked back at me as if in welcome.Then i noticed the bay window wich had been my favourite hangout in the last 2 yrs.I went nd sat on it.something stirred in me as i sat there luking at the perfect symmetry of palm trees,the lush green lawns and the variety of flowers blooming in neat rows..On the other side were the beautiful clay courts i adored..some of my batchmates luked at me n waved shouting greetings..nd the warden.. i swear she luked up nd winked at me..
hey this is my abode..ahem..i m the super senior here..this is my hostel..
i got up and strolled back towards my room,a huge grin on my face.......i 'm home