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Cradle to colossus!


I have been using this tool called ‘Pocket’ for quite some time now, and I thought ‘Wow! Why not I let the world know this piece of art that can enable its inhabitants to set aside time for their loved ones instead of frittering it away reading an article that they always could read for later and still maintain the same interest in it?'
  
Pocket is exactly what the name suggests, a reservoir that you dig into when you are bored or when you need to retrieve something that piqued your interest in the morning but had to shun it then because of other troublesome issues. You can read your articles offline and their simple, slick interface would make you want to go back frequently. Their brilliant use of colours, simplistic yet imaginative, works hugely in their favour. Their recent update of adding a ‘Recommendations’ section wherein you are presented with articles hand-picked to suit your assessed tastes, is an ambitious one and could work in their favour. It can also work against them in that, while Pocket started as a medium to save articles for perusal at a future time, it again goes back to presenting the user with more articles, that they will eventually end up saving and the cycle rotates.

What I would like Pocket to come up with, is a ‘Read this now’ option popping up at a selected time to read articles that you had saved at an earlier time. This option could be made constant, so that the user opting for this would get his pop-up consistently at the time he wishes. This could work because I personally have saved many articles and would have forgotten to read them as the day closed. I am attaching a video that explains Pocket from its cradle to the colossus that it strives to become. 

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