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My teacher once told me "Things that can be measured can be improved, I guess that's why the athletes never miss even a millimetre or a millisecond". From there on I searched and searched just to stumble upon Apps that fulfil my needs. The one I used to count up my study sessions is ' FocusMeter ', and for habits ' TheFor '. Notion and  Keep Notes aided me in fixing the study goals of the week and the day. There came times when I would just laze around and would watch anime, shows, and movies. Read books and novels. Just as with others, I made my goals and sometimes even failed to complete them. but it was a fun year, learned a lot, saw a lot, and lived a lot. This is me Studying. 7 Months of Study Sessions tracked, with full Transparency  Full Analytics  I think I might just make this a yearly thing, posting the Anelytics and me. Never was really able to divide attention and time for other subjects properly, I guess that done over and over creates this

Surrounded by many unfamiliar faces, Yet  recognized faces Shine from the crowd like stars at dusk.  These summer evenings roam with sloth.  In this exam hall We share a silence of boredom.  Hope of a good future Held via a thin thread of luck and dedication.  All eyes wander around But never to meet another for long.  Some heads are down and some fidgeting.  Creaking fans blow warm air, While  all the souls try to find comfort In these unsettling seats. Somehow this feels homely.  Reminds me of the lazy summer school days.  It's last lesson and Madhu ma'am Sees the whole class sleeping.  She would sit and then sarcastically wake us up.  And we all would wake up sluggishly Like a blooming flower.  We never were able to listen to her Stories or lessons as a class.  Some child was always absent,  Some child was always sleeping,  Some child was always making trouble. Yet it felt homely.  A.V.

7 PM, the night is rising, Coaching class has ended, yet The treatment and causes of cancer, Still roam around in mind. Tiredness found this place. The sizzling delicacies, The rich aroma, The warm cloud of air, The hectic state, All entered senses with the first step. Looked around with control of eyes, Trying to spot an empty seat. (Picked up the menu) After a second, "Bhaiya! Ek Butter masala dosa laga do" Hunger had taken control, And the overpowering smell, Only made matters worse. The cold smell of gritty textured coconut chutney, And the warm, yet little sweet with curry leaf sambar. A heavy bag was beside me. Reminding the bitter taste, of The stress and responsibilities. Yet, the hectic and busy place provided comfort. As if it were to say "Eat up, don't think for now". The wait felt calm. I allowed my eyes to wander off. The table was not well-cleaned, The tissue papers were not stocked, The paint was chipping off. Shoes, clothes, hair, acc

All the topics to talk upon have extinguished, besides an old friend. Where none is interested in listening to the tale, the other wants to speak. Closed eyes hear gentle sparkle of the waterfall. The muffler sure is fluttering a lot, and  this icy breeze is spine-chilling. Should've brought a coat. Shoes are a little tight, hair's a little frizzy, maybe I should've done shampoo today. I wonder if this silence is ackword for him. Well, not like it bothers it to someone like me who enjoys this peace. Yawn (after seeing his friend yawn) (Sarts to look in the distance again) (Crosses the legs). A.V