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The Story Of Every Student

The Story Of Every Student

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Planning to write for more than two days.

But every time my procrastination, my laziness stopped me.

But today I got a time to write.

But when I sat I was blank.

My brain had no words.

My brain had no verses.

I tried hard.

But all in vain.

I cursed myself.


And planned to do everything at right time and right moment,

From waking up in the morning to sleeping at night,

Everything would be on time now on, said I to myself.

So the next day came and according to what I had promised to myself I Started working out.

And i got smoothly for two days.

No worries! no dissatisfaction!

But the next day I thought to be somewhat flexible.

And my mind agreed that it wouldn't matter if for one day I didn't follow my routine.

So the day was gone as I wanted but I was dissatisfied and feeling guilty that I didn't do anything today.


And again with many promises slept.

And the next day came.

As I was moving towards my study table.

My phone rang.

And I thought the same that there's nothing to enjoy and let your mind free For sometime.

And started with my phone.

And ended till the the dusk.

Before I could do something it was too late and I was trapped

trapped by my phone.

Now, I couldn't live without seeing it.

And my resolution and my promises to myself always is kept for the next day.

But the next day never comes untill the exam is on tomorrow.

After being scolded for my marks, i follow timetable that too for maximum one week or two week.

And then again starts.

The same routine.

The same guilt feeling of tonight.

And the same day with phone in my head and hands.


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