A Bend in the Road...

Although I knew it was coming, I hadn't really prepared for it.

The bend is "hostel life".

All my life, I've looked up to my parents for everything, any kind of help, decision, protection, suggestion, permission...be it at home or at the mall. from which-sheet-should-I-spread-today? to which-dress-should-I-buy?

And now even as I pack, I'm like "MOooomm!!Should I take this dress??"

I'm a disaster by myself: three packets of biscuits...finished if Mom's not home to stop me. Chocolate...gone too.

Sleeping hours, extended unlimited if Mom doesn't wake me up.
Washing my hair without oiling if Mom's not there to oil them.
Not being able to memorize a single word if my dad isn't there to help me.
Eating ALL the time.
Hating vegetables and mutton.
Eating chicken kebabs with rice mixed with loads of chaat-masalah...

Like everyone, I have my own weird habits...with only one difference: I can't overcome them.
Hell knows what I'm going to go through and how I am going to manage.

Most importantly, WHAT would have to go through ME to break me. =(