This is the second part to what the getting into medicine field was for me. Moving to hostel/dorms, away from home. Listening to those words entice you that you no longer are gonna be monitored, you can party all night long and sleep all day. But there are certain repercussions. You move out of the house you call home with some complete strangers, away from your family whose members annoy you most of the time but they are the people you can not live without and the first ones you look for when you are in trouble or for emotional support. The first day at the hostel, Lala(my father) drops me and my roommate off ( cuz we from the same town and kinda knew each other vaguely) and we reach there at around sunset. We start to unpack and set stuff into room into our own decided sides. Not even half way through, our door gets knocked and seniors are there demanding their hierarchical right to rag us. We or specifically, I panic and start making calls to every po...
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