*Beep*
As soon as he unplugged his phone from the charging port a notification from YouTube arrived. Plugging his earphone to watch the video he thought, ‘This will give the motivation I need to complete my work!’ His phone was still heating but at very less intensity as compared to half an hour before when he was playing games even while charging. He had some pending assignments to complete from which he had taken a break of 10 minutes which eventually lasted more than an hour. Since the deadline of those assignments was very far, he felt free to do it anytime soon but not at that moment. Well he was working on it when his phone gave him a warning about its temperature and so he had to put it down. But he was back at it again, though he was now watching the video, which he thinks was going to motivate him, and not playing games.

*Beep*
Just when the video ends, another notification arrives. It reads ‘It’s time to claim your reward and beat the enemies before they beat you!’ He opened the game as soon as he got the notification and lost in playing it.
Title of the video was: ‘Stop wasting your time and start utilising it!’

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Died for a writer, lived forever!

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I don’t bother her because I don’t come home this way more often. It was among those days when I had to run to the government offices for an approval of my project; after college, once a week. And as you may know how fast and efficient these offices work, I had almost swore myself to stop bothering them from the next week while on my way to home. But a loud music filling the atmosphere grabbed my attention. It was an old song which made me wonder. Amazing that who would play such lively classical music that loud in the era of insipid music which gives a tough fight to what's called noise; even at low volume! I noticed it was played on the way to my home. Near the speaker, a tight rope was tied strong between wooden poles and a little girl walking on it like nothing! Her small arms were holding another large stick; with the help of which she was balancing herself on the rope. Something you usually see in a circus done by professionals was what this little girl was doing. Her mother was standing still near to it with a piece of clothing spread on the ground with some notes and coins on it. Well, their clothes already spoke their story out loud but the noise of the crowd busy with their own thing seems to have suppressed it. And even though the loud speaker was a last scream to make people listen; that too was failing. It is sad that I chose to become a part of the crowd.

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Note: this is a part of the story I'm writing. Any sort of criticism is welcome.