Two months. Just sixty days.But for me, it felt like a never-ending tunnel of suffocation and lessons — not just about life, but about people. And finally, the day came when I was leaving that hostel room that had become more of a cage than a shelter. I didn’t even look back while stepping out for the last time. No farewell, no nostalgia, just a deep breath and a silent promise: Never again. ‍The girl who once walked in with stars in her eyes, naïve dreams, and the thought that living away from home would mean freedom — she was