For many students, the idea of a hostel begins and ends with watching pranksters dancing and having fun in movies. For me though, the word holds a long history. Right from Kindergarten, I have been in hostel. Yes, you heard me right – from age 3.
As much as I would like to tell you that it was all fun and frolic, here is my final word of advice – please do not leave your child in a residential school, at least before his/her tenth grade. If not, they might find it as disturbing as I did.
I remember the days, when as a school kid, I would longingly yearn to go home. Yet, I was allowed only during festivals or month ends. By the time I was in college, I frankly lost the interest to go home. The bond that could have otherwise been strongly forged was now waning.
My experience with hostels, in fact, became a strong lesson for others in my family (Someone is always the scapegoat for others to learn, isn’t it? 
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