I had spent (and am spending) 4 splendid years of my life at hostel. It was during my PG that i was first put up in a hostel. It was a room for five and we people mingled very well. It was the first week, and the next day was Friday, we were supposed to go home that week and hence we had our bagpacks packed. It was almost 2 or 3 in the morning, when there was a loud noise of something falling down. I and one other person in the room woke up and were searching in the darkness as what had fallen down, I then let my guess out as one of our bagpacks would have fallen and the other one also agreed, but still we did not sleep and kept discussing....And suddenly from the corner of our room came a sound yelling "That was me who fell Down, and r u gals goin to sleep"...
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