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Hyderabad: The Second Home

Hyderabad: More Than Just a Place, It’s a Feeling of Home 

When I first arrived in Hyderabad to pursue my studies, I was uncertain about how I would adapt to the new environment. As a city far from home, I worried about feeling isolated and disconnected from the comfort of familiar surroundings. However, as time passed, I discovered that it wasn’t just the place that made me feel comfortable—it was the people who welcomed me with open arms.

During my time in Hyderabad, I was fortunate to meet some of the kindest people—friends, teachers, hostel owners, and even the cook at the hostel—who made all the difference in my experience. My friends were not just companions; they were a support system, always ready to offer help, advice, or simply a listening ear when I needed it. They made me feel that I was not alone in a city so far away from home.

The teachers, too, went beyond their professional roles. They cared about my well-being and encouraged me to strive for my best, both academically and personally. The hostel owners treated me like family, always ensuring that I had everything I needed to feel at ease. And the cook, with his simple but hearty meals, added a sense of comfort and familiarity that made the hostel feel more like a home.

As time went on, I realized something important: it wasn’t just Hyderabad as a city that had made such a lasting impact on me, but the warmth and kindness of the people who made me feel truly at home. They transformed what could have been a daunting experience into one filled with memories, laughter, and genuine connections.

Now, when I look back on my time in Hyderabad, I miss the city, but more than anything, I miss the people who made it feel like home. They taught me an invaluable lesson—that it’s not just the place that matters, but the people who make it special. Hyderabad will always be my second home, not because of the landmarks or streets, but because of the incredible individuals who made my journey unforgettable. It is true -

 "It's not the place alone but most importantly the people who make you feel at home." 


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  1. Anonymous19 January 2025 at 10:39

    Well - Written!

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  2. Anonymous19 January 2025 at 21:18

    Yes, sometime we like a place because of that one special person.

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    1. Pranshu Poptani20 January 2025 at 07:00

      I think it is because of many good human beings who help us in need and make our stay in a place worthwhile :)

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