Sigh.

Last year, when I was in the 10th, I would day-dream about how life as a Humanities student would be just wonderful. And now, here I am, enjoying every moment, but wondering how I’m going to :

read “Things Fall Apart” by Chinua Achebe for tomorrow

and manage to have read and understood every bit of:

“Timeless Short Stories” compiled by T.W Phillips
“Importance of Being Earnest” by Oscar Wilde
“Passage to India” by E.M. Forester
“Great Expectations” by Charles Dickens
“Look Back in Anger” by John Osbourne

by the end of the year.
Where am I going to have time for spare reading??