The Minimal Typist

It's finally here. The exam. Yes, it is. No you are not dreaming. Semester ending has come. This is what I say to myself in the exam mornings while waking up. In my life, sleep and lust makes no difference. Both makes me do wrong things at the wrong time only to realize it later that it shouldn't have happened at the first place. The latter one's under control but the sleep is too adamant to make me leave my bed. BED- It's just an exam, love. ME- Which is enough to f*** up my life. BED- You will leave me for something that happens only once a semester(EXAMS) ? ME- Trust me love. I will make up to you soon as the exam gets over. Imagine, whole day just you, me and the pillow. BED-What if you forget me? ME- Never in my life ever. BED- It's our last morning. Make it worth it. Snooze that b**** for another 10 minutes. ME- Bout time... I was just romancing with my bed when a kick on my ass got me back to reality. Of-course, it was mom. She is more worri

        It was Sunday afternoon.i was lying on my bed thinking how i have wasted half of my weekend.in the meantime,i was wasting the other half by giving too much of time to think about it.i know how this will go.in the night,i will regret for being lazy throughout the whole day and promise myself to make my next weekend worthwhile.that regret wont seem too effective though. i have been regretting about my bad weekends ever since the day i knew the meaning of the word 'regret'. but that Sunday was something else. i never had such an urge to make my weekend worthy as the laziness and boredom was getting on my nerves. so i decided to pen down a list of things that can be done till the end of the day so that i can at least save myself from one regretful weekend. i took my notepad and started penning down stuffs which were doable at that moment. first came into my mind was asking out my crush for coffee. it seemed like a good idea when suddenly i watched myself into the mirror.i