In hostel halls where stories bloomed,

Away from home, in newfound rooms.

We craved the meals that mom once made,

While homesick hearts in silence stayed.

The laughter echoed down the halls,

Through late-night talks and duty calls.

We missed our friends, our family ties,

But found new bonds that touched the skies.

With bags of dreams and budget tight,

We learned to cook, to clean, to write.

The first taste of responsibility,

A step toward who we're meant to be.

Strangers turned to chosen kin,

In cities where we’d just begin.

They held us close when times felt rough,

In messy love, that was enough.

Evening walks and endless chats,

Crammed study nights and shared floor mats.

A single blink, the years just flew—

Yet in those walls, we always grew.

From fights to hugs, from tears to grace,

We found ourselves in that small space.

Imperfect souls with open arms,

A borrowed home, yet full of charm.

And though we've gone our separate ways,

We carry hearts from hostel days.

May all our dreams take flight and soar—

But lets remember these days more and more.