Clad in a black jeans and a pink shirt, I entered the gates of Sheraton. Firstly I was told to leave my suitcase there and get myself registered on the mezzanine floor. Then I moved forward and met this girl who was wearing a jeans and a green T-shirt with the logo and slogan of YLC 2011. She was the first person I met from Team YLC and as I recall her name’s Maha. She was wearing a red sash.
I must admit that she had a very sweet smile and a soft voice. She offered to guide me to the registration desk which as mentioned previously was on the mezzanine floor. We took the stairs and got me registered and that was just Step 1 of the process. Then I moved further and towards the desk which had “Step 2” written on it. At that desk a member of Sheraton’s staff was seated with a member of team YLC. There I had to check in and got myself a key to my room, Room 322 (Though at that point in time, I had no idea how many will it be sharing a room).
Then I went back to the lobby to collect my luggage where I met this YF, Fatima, who escorted me to my room and explained me the do’s and don’ts of the YLC. We had to wait for the elevators as there was a crowd there and everyone was waiting for their turn so that they could go up to their rooms. The time I spent waiting for the elevator, I had a little chat with Fatima who told me that she was a student at IBA amongst other stuff.
Room 322 was on the 3rd floor; a floor that only had girls’ rooms that had come hither for the YLC. I put the key in the slot and opened the door. There were 3 girls already in the room and thus I assumed there were going to be 4 to a room but the thing that bothered me was there were only 3 beds made in the room.
Once that issue was settled, I had nothing to do but sit there. So I started a conversation with my roomies and at the same time started unpacking. Done with that and with nothing else to do, I switched the television on and to my delight they were showing Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s stone (a movie I am almost in love with).
At 1pm, we were supposed to go down for our Lunch to Darbar.
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