This happens every time without any exception. In my mind I am all set to study, I assure myself that today I’ll finish the topic I started a few days back.
No dragging the subject or dreaming about my success that will outshine others. Or thinking about friends and the golden time spent with them. With such a hope I sit and open my books.
Soon the evil forces put their plan to action against me and the funny thing is that their plan is always the same; and then I shout, ‘Where is my pen?’
I don’t know how but I always misplace my pen and then I can’t find it. Behind the books, under the table, on the chair…where!!!
I feel like Oompa Loompas are assigned this job to first hide the pen and then reveal it sitting in a silliest and obvious place. All this breaks my concentration and I again find myself incapable of completing my goal.
Sometimes I keep my calm but mostly I foolishly complain.
My friend said that same happens with her, especially during the exam days. One thing or the other comes up to distract us- the sincere ones. And then we laugh at our brazenness.
So anyway, this is a puzzle shared by all, I guess. What do you say?
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