The full stop is not the end — it’s the beginning of an era.
Life is a rollercoaster. Sometimes you’re at the highest peak, and sometimes you’re down in the valley. But no matter where you are, you never give up on what you’re doing. And here it was — the first outing of our long-awaited college life.
At first, I tried every possible way to escape hostel life. For me, hostel was just… hostel — and not in a charming way. My friends felt the same. Our only escape was the once-a-month permission to vacate the hostel for necessities. Sundays were a no-go; the restrictions were humongous. Honestly, our first year felt no different from school. But once we stepped into the second year, things finally started to feel like college — and this first outing was the cherry on top.
Oh yes, our outing! The joy was beyond words. We planned it like master thieves, drawing out a little “heist map” of freedom. The Eight Crooks, as we fondly called ourselves, transformed into pretty princesses and stealthily made our way — first out of the hostel gates, then out of the college campus itself. That thrill… priceless. Even if God Himself offered us a gift, we would still choose the joy of going outside.
And we fully utilized our four golden hours.
First stop: St. John Britto Church — an hour of peace and quiet. Then, it was off to the most-awaited place on our list: Denmark. Yes, hostel food had turned even the pickiest among us into die-hard foodies (I’m living proof 😁). From flaky parottas to sizzling tandoori, we devoured it all. With satisfied stomachs, we took a quick walk and dove headfirst into our next mission — shopping. We bought… and bought… and bought! 🛍️🛍️ Then came snacks at a bakery, followed by sweet, chilled watermelon juice 🧃 — pure bliss.
Our outing was basically a photo album of eating and buying. In that short span, we managed to cover both ends of the town like pros. But time, as always, raced ahead of us. At the end, we were running back — like lions with full stomachs — just to clock in before curfew. Thank God we made it! A few minutes later, and our freedom would have been suspended. Lesson learned: time management is not optional, it’s survival 😂.
That first outing didn’t just give us memories; it strengthened our friendship and taught us small but meaningful lessons about life. As I look back, I truly believe:
“It’s always the little things that bring the biggest changes in life.”
This wasn’t just a day out. It was the beginning of a new era.