Another night , another dinner in the hostel mess where on one place you can feel a void of your family and on another place filled with spending time with the hostelers and sharing joys of each other.
Not just we share a common mess , but our experience, culture , heritage and wisdom which are beyond anything .

So now it just doesn't bother to me what kind of quality of food is veing prepared, whether delicious or not , or according to my taste or not ; but what matter is that these days are previous and never comes back.
Cheers to the hostel life !