It was a long train ride, where I had packed almost ten books; just in case there is a slight chance I would want to read; even though I hadn’t read in a few weeks, but I didn’t want to take any chances. On that day, I decided to give a self-help book a try “who moved my cheese? By Spencer Johnson”
Those self-help books always seemed like a great excuse, I read a book, and my flaws and pitfalls are magically fixed.