After pushing myself to study for first half of the day and losing focus all the while, I decided to call it a day and went out instead.
A day spent reading and travelling in delhi metro🚆
And pizza, of course!
Maybe, a day need not always be "productive" to be called a good day. Much of the richness in life comes from those unproductive wee hours we spend with ourselves, and for ourselves.
The time I spend with my friends chatting over the silly gossips, or the lazy day reading books or catching up on my favorite tv show, the simple pleasure of a good meal with a friend. Productive days are good. But they are not the epitome of a good life.