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."

The Few Who Understand

Every day, we meet hundreds of people who wish us hello, hi, and bye. However, there are only a few people who can understand us in our lows and highs. In the noise of the crowd, we often feel lost, drifting through faces, but paying the cost. We share fleeting moments, brief as a sigh, yet crave that connection that reaches the sky. Some offer a smile, while others just stare, but only a few truly show that they care. They listen intently, with hearts open wide, inviting us in, letting feelings collide. Through laughter and sorrow, they walk by our side, their presence a comfort, our fears set aside. So let us treasure those who see through the haze, for they are the light that brightens our days.

बदलते समय, स्थायी सत्य - Changing Times, Constant Truths

कहानी वही होती है। किरदार बदल जाते हैं। रिश्ते वही होते हैं। जज़्बात बदल जाते हैं। दोस्ती वही होती है। अहमियत बदल जाती है। नसीब वही होता है। समय बदल जाता है। The story remains the same; Characters change. Relationships remain, Emotions change. Friendship stays the same; Importance changes. Fate remains the same; Time changes.

In My Garden - A Poem

In my garden, I see life begin to bloom, God’s creation gently rising from the gloom. With colors so vibrant and scents that delight, Nature awakens in the warm morning light. I rise from the ground, becoming a plant, With sunlight, water, and air, I enchant. I take birth in a world that can sometimes be unfair, Yet I’m nurtured with love, care, and affection rare. Though sometimes it feels like love’s just a show, I strive to grow strong and let my true colours show. Capable of making my own food with ease, As I grow tall, I offer shade and peace. I’ve witnessed emotions, both joy and pain, I hold cherished memories like drops of rain. Called a 'Blessed Tree,' I provide shelter so deep, In a world that feels bleak, I guard dreams as they sleep. Surrounded by plants, I watch children play, Listening to laughter as they learn every day. Nurtured by gratitude and affection's bright light, The flowers are children; I bloom with delight.

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