The view from my Hostel and its stories.

My hostel was situated in a rural village and I still remember cursing the management for the location. For me, it didn't suit at all. I grew up in the urban part of my hometown, though it wasn't as urban.

I had to take an auto from the main bus stop in the highway to reach the hostel. There's no proper street light in the road and it's tough walking the path all alone, in dark. At the first two weeks, I enjoyed it since it was new to me. Weekly once, me and my hostelmates took a walk to the highway to eat streetfoods. So for someone who grew up in urban side, it was quiet enjoyable.

But then, I started finding all these things disturbing. The silence around the hostel without any vehicles' sound, neighbors sound, the sound of the mosque I'm used to for 17 years, I started missing them all.

I still remember at nights when I'm asleep, I suddenly wake up and start missing those things and staying awake all night. But back then, I used to brush it off with the excuses of insomnia to my roommates. Going home often was one of the right thing I did back then that helped me overcome this situation.

The following two pictures shows the same spot in different times, that used to be my company whenever I'm alone, lost in my thoughts. I used to go to the hostel terrace and start starring at this small hill and start thinking about home; sometimes this is where I come when I call my school friends.  

On a sunny day

On a sunny evening

 Everyday, I look at this in the morning before leaving for college and in the evening when I have my cup of tea. It kinda replenishes my mood and keeps me going everyday. 

I know all that I talk about is that how depressed I was and how things helped me. Well that's what I exactly wanted to share here. For the past four years, ever since I left my home for college, from the day I left my comfort zone and started facing things on my own for the first time, I started developing anxiety, got into depression, never took care of my physical and mental health. So I'm just sharing all this to many other people out there, who keep things to themselves just like me. If my some chance, these things helps them in some way, I feel satisfied.

The view, looking back now, makes me realize how much I've changed myself in the past few years and how hopeless I used to be. So to all the people that are going through tough times, just look the scenery, imagine a chill breeze blowing while the little sunshine touches you. Times will change. It's just a bad phase, it'll soon change. Never give up easily. Good days are coming.

So that's it for the post. If you're reading, comment below your experience with mental illness and share how you overcame to fellow individuals. See you guys in next post.

Peace.