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shama aur parwana
shama ko pighalne ka arman kyun hai patange ko jalne ka armaan kyun hai I was really mesmerized when I had heard these lines from the song 'Tose naina lage'. The other times I had heard the words Read More
Srijan' s Diary
I am finally at peace with myself I think. I may not be at the place I imagined myself in 2011 when I started working on WriterBabu first, but I know ... ... Read More
Beyond the Holographic Veil
In the bustling halls of Crestwood High, where dreams and aspirations danced alongside youthful vigor, there was a student named Alex, a brilliant mind confined by the chains of unfair prejudice. Read More
Defining Strength: The Woman Within
In today's society, the concept of strength in women is often synonymous with the ability to adjust, accommodate, and endure. Women are expected to be the pillars of strength in their families Read More
Neha' s Diary
Today is mother's day, and I didn't put status for my mother and she felt bad.
Tears in Ink: Writing My Story of Loss, Love, and Redemption
Sometimes, the weight of devastation can lead us to lose control over our actions. I experienced this firsthand when I fell into a state of depression at the tender age of 18, following the loss Read More
I'm not me
I'm not me, not the whole I'm a collection of souls Of people and places And the stories they told I'm not just the choices That Read More
The Forgotten Melody
Once upon a time, in the enchanting village of Havenwood, nestled deep within the embrace of an ancient forest, lived a young girl named Eliza. She possessed a curious spirit that often led her on Read More
Whispered Tides of Redemption
Amidst the breathtaking panorama of the Pacific Ocean, Captain Lucas Anderson guided his small seaplane through the azure skies. The sun's warm rays danced upon the gentle ripples below, Read More
Silent Years, Unspoken Bonds
As the sun began to set over the small town, a middle-aged man named Daniel stood nervously on the front porch of a modest house. It had been twenty long years since he had last seen his father, Read More
The girl with curly hairs
Sitting by my side, staring out of the window Letting the breeze brush against her curly hairs Smiling at the moment, sharing that smile with me Speaking Read More
Brushstrokes of Azurea
Blue had always been his preferred hue, not for its melancholic connotations, but for its ability to absorb and radiate light. He likened it to black, yet vibrant and lively, devoid of Read More
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