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I am not that witty so you're not gonna see those impressive sentences here. But here's a simple life story I'd like to share.
When ,back in 2012, I got admission here ( Oh stop being whiny in your head! Thats no ordinary story of how I got admission in NSMC :p) , despite of all the merriment I had in my heart, all of my dreams seemed hopeless since I had to live in a hostel!
I had this weird feeling of dying here and never gonna see my house again.
Actually my room mates were kinda( very-est) weird . The moment I entered, there wasn't even a bed for me let alone expect a table for which I had brought that table lamp
I, with my confused idiotic face, stood there at the door waiting for them to help while those aliens ( To me anyone out of lahore was actually an alien :p) kept still and showed me a thumbs down. I even heard one of them saying " O kal andar kar lain gay bed. aaj bohot sardi hai" ( Finally One of them then came for the rescue and the damsel in distress was saved :D)
The fog won't let me differentiate between the blocks of the hostel and I usually ended up entering into someone else's room... Thank God no one called me a thief! But these creatures abandoned me anywhere they found a chance
Days went by! My all-the-time-ghar-jana-hai attitude got better and we actually... yup sachi main became friends! (Not to mention my lovely nature that enchanted them so much to become my best buddies). They cherished my big days more than me and consoled me on my bad ones. They can now actually become "bhai log" anytime when someone even says a word to me ( beware of it :p).
They've been a mother when I get ill, a sister when Im all sad, a friend, and most importantly my only family at hostel.
Thank you Nayab Azhar and Rabia Batool for an amazing journey of 4 years. I couldn't have made it without you :')
Ps. I didn't mention tha warriors they become when we fight But its not important here
#arsla_tufail
#4thyr
I am not that witty so you're not gonna see those impressive sentences here. But here's a simple life story I'd like to share.
When ,back in 2012, I got admission here ( Oh stop being whiny in your head! Thats no ordinary story of how I got admission in NSMC :p) , despite of all the merriment I had in my heart, all of my dreams seemed hopeless since I had to live in a hostel!
I had this weird feeling of dying here and never gonna see my house again.
Actually my room mates were kinda( very-est) weird . The moment I entered, there wasn't even a bed for me let alone expect a table for which I had brought that table lamp
I, with my confused idiotic face, stood there at the door waiting for them to help while those aliens ( To me anyone out of lahore was actually an alien :p) kept still and showed me a thumbs down. I even heard one of them saying " O kal andar kar lain gay bed. aaj bohot sardi hai" ( Finally One of them then came for the rescue and the damsel in distress was saved :D)
The fog won't let me differentiate between the blocks of the hostel and I usually ended up entering into someone else's room... Thank God no one called me a thief! But these creatures abandoned me anywhere they found a chance
Days went by! My all-the-time-ghar-jana-hai attitude got better and we actually... yup sachi main became friends! (Not to mention my lovely nature that enchanted them so much to become my best buddies). They cherished my big days more than me and consoled me on my bad ones. They can now actually become "bhai log" anytime when someone even says a word to me ( beware of it :p).
They've been a mother when I get ill, a sister when Im all sad, a friend, and most importantly my only family at hostel.
Thank you Nayab Azhar and Rabia Batool for an amazing journey of 4 years. I couldn't have made it without you :')
Ps. I didn't mention tha warriors they become when we fight But its not important here
#arsla_tufail
#4thyr
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