For Me It's Love

The Hostel

Aasit's exhaustion from his five-hour journey was palpable as he finally stepped out of the cab, his eyes drawn to the imposing blue iron gate before him. Weariness had etched lines on his face, but his excitement grew as he realized he had arrived at his destination. The cab's engine's hum faded as he opened the gate, revealing a world of possibility on the other side.

The gate's creaking hinges were a prelude to the grandeur that awaited him. A magnificent building of impressive stature stood before him, a testament to architectural beauty. As Aasit gazed up, he couldn't help but marvel at its elegance.

Upon crossing the threshold, he was met with a sprawling hallway that beckoned him further. The elegance of the decor was impossible to ignore; it was as if the space was designed to soothe the weariness from his journey. His eyes danced over the artworks that adorned the walls, each telling its own story through brushstrokes and colours.

Fatigue momentarily forgotten, Aasit absorbed the ambience around him. The hallway, adorned with tasteful artworks, seemed to whisper tales of creativity and inspiration. As he walked deeper into the building, the journey he had embarked on felt even more worthwhile.

With every step, Aasit felt the burdens of travel melt away, replaced by a growing sense of wonder and anticipation. The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, offering a glimpse into the charm and uniqueness of the place he would soon call his temporary home.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Aasit continued his journey through the grand hallway until he arrived at the reception desk. There, a poised and friendly lady stood, ready to assist.

As he approached, she greeted him with a warm smile, "How may I help you?"

Aasit returned the smile, his fatigue momentarily forgotten, and said, "Hello, I'm a new student here, so I want to know about the room that has been allotted to me."

The receptionist's demeanour remained welcoming as she nodded, "Of course. Please tell me your name first."

"I am Aasit Deshpande," he replied.

With practiced efficiency, she began searching his name on the desktop in front of her. A few moments passed before her fingers paused on the keyboard, a glimmer of recognition in her eyes. Aasit's heart skipped a beat as he realised his new journey was about to take another step forward.

Once she located his details, the receptionist reached for the bell placed on her desk. A soft chime resonated through the air, and within moments, a staff member arrived at her side. She leaned in and whispered something to them, her voice a conspiratorial undertone that piqued Aasit's curiosity even further.

As he stood there, a blend of excitement and curiosity filled him. The lady's actions seemed to be the final thread that connected his tiring journey to this new chapter of his life. He couldn't help but wonder about the room that awaited him, the experiences that lay ahead, and the people he would soon meet in this intriguing environment.

The receptionist's demeanor was a reassuring presence amidst the unknown, and Aasit found himself brimming with gratitude for the attentive and welcoming introduction he was receiving to his new surroundings.

"Just follow him, he is going to show you the way to your room," she said gently, indicating the staff member who had arrived in response to her bell.

Aasit obediently followed the man, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and curiosity. This staff member, a guide to his new space, led Aasit through the corridors, revealing corners of the building that whispered stories of countless residents who had walked these halls before him.

Guided by the man's confident steps, Aasit arrived at his destination. The door to his room stood before him. Upon entering, he took in the scene before him. The room contained four beds, with two already occupied.