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||KitKat break..

'This is getting out of hand.', she thought to herself. It had been over an hour since she was holding a book in her hands, trying to solve a few problems to distract herself from the distraction that was taking over her life. After pulling out a few hairs off her head and realising she had only solved about ten questions in the past hour because she was using the wrong concept altogether, she finally gave in. She pushed her books aside and decided to lay down on her bed with her head hanging off the edge. She let her hair fall over her face and let it do its magic. This, she had learned over the years, was one of the most effective ways to calm herself.

She closed her eyes and then her mind wandered off with the train of thought she was trying to miss. She rolled her eyes. She loved this phase - when everything you think of connects to a snippet of a conversation, the inside jokes, the 'I've just met you but I feel like I know you' phase. She looked over at her book and groaned. Then she looked over at her Mac and grinned.

Writing always helped, never disappointed. :)

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  1. Kislaya SrivastavaSeptember 29, 2015 at 11:29 AM

    You're an open book, yet impossible to read.
    Because you're too close to the eyes.

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