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The daily routine

From the last several years I am struggling to get little time to write. but, to my utter astonishment I am not getting time to concentrate myself in my creative process. In the same time I am finding myself busy in cooking,reading in different social media on 'writing', listening YouTube continuously. It is of course not bad to get information from everywhere, but I should also think about my own short play in this great movie of my life time. I should focus on my dreams and try them to make real. This should be my goal by giving myself little space in all such busy schedule. 

 I have book-self filled with books on fiction, non-fiction, history, geography, economics, literature, art , and many more thing. My hobby to purchase books add every year some book to my self. But, my own wrong routine blocks my reading habit. 

I should read and write daily, anything not to sigh over my achievements in the end of the day. 

 Let me start.

 Ready...
Walk on...

 Thanks .

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