It’s excruciatingly painful when the body had to go through a period of twenty four hours forced awakening in getting prepared for the four thousands words of essay writing within three hours of which by the third quarter, the middle finger began to hurt and numb due to the high pressure exerted onto the crappy pen that claims its hard rubber ergonomic design is user friendly.
In the quest of completing the entire book of answer, the possibility that one day a virtual keyboard could type onto any surface so that ideas flow flawlessly into writing doesn’t have to cost any physical injury. The much awaited part of the full three days preparation was over when each attempted essay got its conclusion.
And getting back to reality, where taking the walk down the bustling street was like passing through a frozen moment in time, when the neurons at the back of the head pointed to this particular period year’s back, when each predicament seemed interconnected, but led to all sorts of interpretations, thus making it difficult to reach any solution.
Why at this juncture, it bothers?
Why after all it is so real this time?
Why all of a sudden it comes back?
Why can’t it wait for another moment?
Why has the cycle repeat itself too soon?
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