Life Returns To Normal

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My board exams got over a few days back and life is slowly returning to normal. No more late nights or early mornings (for studies), no more cramming, no more anxiety, no more last minute panic attacks and trepidation. Once again, I start cycling in the mornings (for which I don’t mind waking up early), watching movies (for which I don’t mind staying up late), reading books and blogging.

Hold on, I’m headed towards my 11th and 12th standards and there are more exams looming in the distant horizon. However, for the next couple of months, I am going to have fun.

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