The Snake Scare in Our Hostel: Sabari’s Shocking Morning That Turned Out to Be Just a?
A Lazy Morning in the Hostel The hostel was unusually quiet that morning. The clock might have struck close to 8:00 AM , but my body was still in sleep mode . The late-night conversations, the work pressure, and the endless discussions we had the previous night had drained me completely. When you live in a hostel, mornings usually come alive with the clattering of buckets in bathrooms, the shouting of friends searching for missing slippers, and the aroma of tea brewing near the gate . But that day, I was too tired to notice anything. My eyes remained half-closed, drifting in and out of sleep. Suddenly, in that half-dream, half-awake state , I felt something brush past my leg . A faint touch, almost like a string of cloth or a breeze with weight . My first instinct was to ignore it. After all, in hostel life, such small disturbances were common—sometimes it’s a friend trying to prank you, sometimes just the loose end of a blanket. But deep inside, something felt strange. The ...