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Category: Inspiration

Collection of Best Inspirational Short Stories

  • Journey of Lily: Revealing the Real Treasures

    Journey of Lily: Revealing the Real Treasures

    A young girl named Lily used to reside in a small coastal village. She was renowned for her spirit of exploration and curiosity. Lily enjoyed exploring the sandy shorelines, gathering seashells, and taking in the ocean’s natural beauty.

    Lily came across a strange thing that had washed up on the shore one beautiful morning while she was strolling down the beach. It was a map that appeared to be very old, with fading ink and enigmatic markings all over it. Lily was intrigued by the finding and made the decision to investigate the map’s secrets.

    Lily set out on an amazing journey with her devoted dog, Max. The map guided her up perilous mountains, through raging rivers, and through deep forests. She came across helpful creatures and overcame difficult obstacles along the road, but her resolve never faltered.

    After several days of nonstop searching, Lily finally found a secret grotto. She found a sparkling hoard of riches inside, complete with priceless gems, gleaming money, and relics from a bygone past. A renowned pirate captain previously lived in the cave and left his treasure, which was secured by traps and riddles, behind.

    Unfazed, Lily made her way through the perilous road using her wit and analytical abilities. The cave awarded her with a piece of the pirate’s loot for each obstacle she overcame. Lily was astounded by the artefacts’ inherent beauty and historical relevance.

    Lily came to the conclusion that the knowledge and experiences she had acquired on her voyage were the actual treasure, not the material wealth she had discovered as she came out of the cave. Her incredible journey had been guided by the map, which had also taught her the value of having the fortitude to pursue her aspirations.

    When Lily eventually made it back to her hamlet, she told the curious locals about her experiences, encouraging them to embrace their own ambitions. She gained popularity as a result of her daring and contagious energy. While Lily’s travels persisted, she now had a broader goal in mind: to encourage people to set off on their own paths of self-discovery.

    As a result, the young girl who had once aimlessly walked the shoreline rose to become a symbol of inspiration and hope for future generations. Everyone was reminded by Lily’s story that treasures might be found not only in the physical world but also in the discovery of one’s own self and the environment.

  • The Enchanting Journey of Flutter the Butterfly

    Once upon a time, in a beautiful garden, there lived a tiny creature called Flutter. Flutter was a colorful butterfly with delicate wings that shimmered in the sunlight. She loved to dance among the flowers, spreading joy with her graceful flight.

    Every day, Flutter would flutter from one flower to another, sipping sweet nectar and collecting pollen on her tiny legs. She marveled at the vibrant colors and intoxicating scents of the blossoms. The garden was her playground, and she felt like the happiest butterfly in the world.

    One sunny morning, as Flutter explored a new patch of flowers, she noticed something peculiar. A caterpillar was munching on a leaf nearby. Intrigued, Flutter flew closer and greeted the caterpillar.

    “Hello there! What are you doing?” she asked with curiosity.

    The caterpillar paused and replied, “I’m eating and growing. Soon, I will turn into a butterfly, just like you!”

    Flutter’s eyes widened with excitement. She had never seen a caterpillar transform into a butterfly before. She decided to stay and watch this magical process.

    Days turned into weeks, and Flutter visited the caterpillar every day. She watched as it ate and grew bigger, shedding its old skin several times. The caterpillar was patient and determined, even though it couldn’t move as gracefully as Flutter.

    Finally, one day, Flutter saw something incredible. The caterpillar had stopped eating and attached itself to a branch. It began to spin a silky cocoon around its body, carefully encasing itself in a protective shield.

    Flutter couldn’t contain her excitement. She knew that inside the cocoon, a marvelous transformation was taking place. She patiently waited, fluttering nearby, eager to witness the caterpillar’s magical rebirth.

    After what seemed like an eternity, a tiny crack appeared on the cocoon. Flutter watched in awe as a beautiful butterfly emerged, stretching its delicate wings and slowly drying them in the warm sunlight.

    The newly transformed butterfly looked at Flutter with gratitude. “Thank you for believing in me and staying by my side,” it said, its voice filled with joy.

    Flutter smiled, realizing that she had witnessed a miracle. She had seen the caterpillar’s journey from a humble muncher of leaves to a magnificent butterfly. It was a testament to the power of growth, change, and believing in oneself.

    From that day forward, Flutter and her new butterfly friend explored the garden together, dancing among the flowers and spreading happiness wherever they went. They cherished the beauty of transformation and the wonders of nature, knowing that with patience and perseverance, anything was possible.

    And so, the garden became a magical place, filled with the enchanting flight of Flutter and her newfound friend—a testament to the extraordinary journey of a caterpillar turned butterfly and the joy they brought to the world around them.

  • Dare to Dream 

    Dare to Dream 

    Life is a journey. In this journey, we tend to meet people from different backgrounds. Some relationships have a big impact on our lives while some are just there to complete their part in your journey of life.

    This is a story of a girl named Priya who belonged to a typical middle-class family. Priya was a strong-minded girl with big dreams in her eyes. After completing her post-graduation, she landed a job in the banking domain. Everyone associated with her was proud of her accomplishments. Her parents were quick to fix her up with a well-settled boy of their choice.

    Little did Priya know that her life would change upside down after marriage. She was unable to balance her work, kids, and household chores. Hence, she left her white-collar job to care for her family. She loved her family but she always felt something was missing in her life.

    Society had started judging her by now.The same relatives who once praised her now started jugging her. She started avoiding social gatherings. But her better half and her kids always encouraged her and assured her that life would have some plans for her and kept motivating her.

    After the pandemic, the work-from-home culture made its way into the world. Priya knew that this was the perfect opportunity she had been pausing for quite some time. Fortunately, her kids were also independent to some extent and she could take out some time for herself from her busy schedule.

    Priya had always been an avid reader and would sit for hours with a book in her hand. During her motherhood journey, she developed a flair for writing. She would often jot down her experiences in the form of blogs for her fellow readers. Now, was the time to convert this hobby into a profession. She started applying for internships with companies that needed content writers to manage their businesses and very soon landed an internship of her choice.

    After completing a few internships, she was confident in her skills and started working on a part-time basis with a company managing her career and family life. Though the compensation is not enough the job boosted her confidence and enhanced her writing skills.

    Though there was a long way still to go Priya had already inspired many women during her journey of restarting her career.

    Moral of the story – Never give up on your dreams. Just wait for the perfect opportunity to showcase your talent and victory will be yours. 

  • A Self Talk

    Don’t know why I’ve been here for so long

    Even when I knew this is not where I belong

    Don’t know where I’m going wrong

    And got so tired of staying strong

    I now live in a lonely zone

    stop myself from reaching the throne

    Forgot all the love I’ve been shown

    And turned my heart into a useless stone

    There are people like me in every clique

    But you don’t notice

    You don’t notice the tears that roll down our cheeks

    And the fear that makes us weak

    Seeing people looking at us and laughing within

    Made us build an unbreakable wall in between

    We’ve been through a world which they’ve never seen

    But still we never tell them they are too mean

    I sometimes wonder

    Why we feel low at times

    Is it due to our wrong imagination

    Or due to lack of motivation

    But no!

    Its all because of the demons

    The demons in our head come from nowhere

    And drive us here into this kind of despair

    I know sometimes I and many of us may feel insecure

    And somehow learnt to endure

    But not anymore!

    All we need to do now is stay calm

    So that we can lessen the harm

    Engage in things instead of being alone

    So we don’t turn into a maleficent of our own

    One should learn to confess to oneself

    Else the things will start to possess

    Accepting and healing is hard

    And so is suffering

    Brain manipulation can only give us temporary motivation

    So this should be a self process I guess

    No other person can really help to remove this distress

    The strength to change is within

    It’s all about the courage we have and the efforts we put….

  • It’s Ok!!

    It’s ok to feel left out

    Not every crowd is worth fitting in

    It’s ok to stress out

    Not a single person has got everything sorted

    It’s ok to cry out

    Not necessary you always have to be the strongest

    It’s ok to recess

    You can come back stronger later

    It’s ok to get tired

    You might have been through a lot

    It’s ok to give up

    You might have had your own reasons

    It’s ok to be imperfect

    Learn to embrace it

    It’s ok to be weird

    Discern you are unique

    It’s ok to be yourself

    Spurn others opinion

    Some people love you the way you are

    Some people wish to have a life like yours

    Some people dream of being you

    It’s ok

    You will feel alright

    You will feel better

    It will all make sense someday

    It’s ok!

  • “Sufferings has no gender”

    Robin is a boy who has filled his mind with many dreams like others dream of achieving something in their life. He was very concerned about his family and his life. He was from a middle-class family. His parents were very conscious about him; along with two sisters, Robin was the only son. He was younger than his sisters; they always cared for him when he was a small child. His mother was still strict about studies; though she was not educated, she knew the importance of education. Her children also got educated. After the marriage of his sisters, Robin was only left, he was not yet settled in his life, so he continued, after completion of graduation he started preparing for government jobs, his father was also a government official, He was very dedicated for his preparation for the exams, so finally he has given the exams, Robin’s life was smoothly going, but sometimes everything which is meant to happen will happen at any cost, Robin’s father met with an accident. His left leg and backbone got fractured, here is the time which changed his life, no one could take care of his father, his mother health was also not well those days, so he started taking care of his father and mother, he did everything, that was a time where there was a financial crisis in the family, Robin’s was managing his house works, treatment of his father, medical care and also ration for the family. Robin’s father got suspended due to some fake Allegation on him, and he was not getting his monthly salary. Hence, there was no financial support for surviving the family; in this critical situation, he got his joining letter, he got the job in Indian Railways, when he saw this he was so happy, his dream of getting a career in the government sector was fulfilled he got posted in Jharkhand which was very far away from his city. His life was twisted now, after thinking for many times he decided to take care of his father and stay at home, he left his dream job which he had got after facing lots of difficulties and failures. He was not able to join for his career because in the situation he was living he can’t leave them and go like this, I think women’s sacrifices men also sacrifice for many things, and many times for their family and Robin left his job to take care of his father. I don’t know why people say these men are stone-hearted? No, not at all; they also care for their family; they also have feelings.Men are strong from the outside but are very soft-hearted. Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is. We know they fall; those tears run dry.Yet they face it all.They’re always expected to be the strongest one. Why? Is that only for men? Men are a beautiful creation of God, who is always considered the strongest one.

    As Shakespeare in his hamlet said that :

    “What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an Angel”. 

    In apprehension, how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

     Robin was happily taking care of his father and mother, Robin’s mother told Robin to get married, though she could not manage household chores, and she thought that Robin would get a companion side by side. He got married to a very good-hearted girl. She started taking care of everything at home, along with Robin’s father and mother and household chores. After marriage, Robin had more responsibilities, but he was trying his best. His love and care for his parents were real. He left his dream job to take care of his parents. I think his parents have the best child; they are fortunate. Man is never so manly as when he feels deeply, acts boldly, and expresses himself with frankness and without fear. As far as people nowadays are saying and are using words like feminism in respect of women, we all know that yes women’s we’re not appropriately treated in the earlier period, so they are now praising women’s are putting her forward for everything. They are standing and achieving in every field of their life, but then Men are also equally important in society. They are also the backbone of a progressing nation. They should also get equal opportunities in every aspect of life. There must be equality for men, too, somewhere in the name of women’s men being sometimes mistreated and given preference first because of being a female. Why? Men are not getting choices why it is so, and I think there should be equal opportunities for each one of us whether they are male or female; there must not be gender discrimination, and also no one should get any preference because of being a female gender, sometimes due to this men are not getting equally treated. Robin, who was facing lots from passing years he tried his best for getting small jobs for surviving in his hometown; he started doing small works his father was on the bed for last four years this was the time when Robin was having a baby boy, his wife was very supportive towards his family.

     One of the deepest feminine pleasures is when a man stands full, present, and uncreative amid his woman’s emotional storms. When he stays current with her and loves her through the layers of wildness and closure, she feels his trustability and can relax. Robin, in this phase of life, altogether needed the mental and emotional support from his wife. Most men claim to desire driven, independent and confident women. Yet when confronted with such a creature, reverence often evolves into resent. Just like women, men also need to be needed. A time came when Robin’s father left the world. Robin was Depressed from this incident. Robin was fully taking care of his mother, who was now not in the proper mentally stable. She had Alzheimer, so she needed more care and support; she could not eat, even she was not able to clean her toilets, Robin used to clean her, and he does all her work. As we know, one of the best things in the world is getting blessings from our parents; Robin’s financial condition was also improving; he was trying his best. Robin was such a great person; as it is said, parents set examples in front of their children. Children always learn from them.

    Again Robin started preparing for more exams side by side with his work, he tried giving attempts, At one shot, he finally succeeded, and he got the job in the government sector again, he got the job of principal in a government primary school, and the happiest thing was in his hometown. He was thinking and remembering his father’s words, which his father always used to tell that he will get better in his life, he deserves the best one, and the best one will come. He had his blessings from his father as support. He was thrilled. Now also he is with his family, his mother is also with him. It is always said that parents are still the strongest, so we need to take care of them; it is always our responsibility to take care of them,I think it is not always women who survive and take care of the family, but men also do. They are also the backbone of the family, the strength, and the support system. Men are also the same as women are; they can also manage everything in the family. They are the support that firmly manages the whole burden of the family on his shoulder. Who tries to stay healthy in every situation. So,Men are also the equal support for the family.

    Author’s note :

    This story revolves around the oblation and the sacrifices of men in our society, it also contains love and devotion of a man towards his family. As we talk about the gender equality, where men are biased in terms of preferences in our society, this story tells us about the sacrifices of men where he left his dream for his parents to take care of his parents, it shows the devotion of men towards his parents.

    This is a stereotype mentality that men never cries, they also cry, they never show there emotions because they stay strong in every situation with patience ,they also feel pain they also need support, they too need love and care. Men put their effort in taking up responsibilities of the family, so it is wrong to say that only women sacrifices for their family, men too sacrifices and sometimes bears pain inside himself and does lots of needy efforts for the survival of his family,Men grew up early and carries the responsibilities of the family, they get maturity before the time. And also it is that men and women are incomplete without each other so, both the gender is equally important.

    In Sankhaya (jiva) states about the inclusion between prakrit and Purush (Male) ,Purusha (puru + usha) means “eastern dawn” signifying the Manifested Brahman or the Creative consciousness that sets in motion the entire creative process with the help of His two aspects. Both Purusha and Prakriti are eternal, indestructible realities. According to Samkhya philosophy Purusha is a Sanskrit term which means spirit, person, self or consciousness in Indian philosophy. In Sankhya it means the principle of spirit or pure consciousness. It represents the male aspect of creation. Purusha is an inactive, unchangeable, universal and eternal entity. 

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    Moral of Innocence

    From the day you are born its been taught to be kind, honest and good to people, isn’t it? Every parent in this world expects their child to be the best version of himself, to grow up to be a good person.

    Well, this world is being processed as a balance of those  who succeeded to be one or those who failed. maybe you can say that the proportion of who failed is more. Those failures portray their characteristics to be involved in crime, dishonesty, jealousy, materialism, manipulation and many ore things that have the same characteristics. The successful entities are opposite. People tend to be kind, honest and most importantly innocent.

    A person has to be a balance of  good and bad i order to survive in the un stoppable cruel world. Bad, to be able to confront the cruel mankind, and good to those whom they love, whom they care about, whom the trust. An innocent person can be easily manipulated. The reason is not that they don’t get it, its that they always see good in people and expect goodness and kindness from them. What could be the reason behind the theory that, good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good?

    Some facts and even experiences state that bad things happen to good to test their kindness, goodness and innocence, to see that even after things fallen apart, you stick to your dameanour or not.  And those who succeed in this test are the people with no fears and confusions left. They live their life with no dilemmas and a clear vision of life. 

  • The Shattered Canvas

    Here’s a story one needs to write and one needs to hear. Not just a story but part of which is true and a story to many others. I wish those canvases are not broken, the voice that is still loud in her head, the fire that still burns, and the dreams that never died.

    An aspiring artist was full of dreams, motivation and immense talent, and a deep passion for the craft. Most important a self-made artist. She sang and she painted. Her beautiful voice carried pure happiness and her brushes added life to the art. Her big glasses never stopped her from doing what her heart could see. Not just art but great at studies and logic as well. Inspired by what she can create with the nothingness a blank piece of paper to mesmerizing art to admire. Determined, She embarks on her artistic journey, fueled by the belief that she can make a significant impact on the art world. Her love for music grows over time. Buying a new synth with the saved money.

    During the corona period, everyone was locked inside their houses she bloomed with her art, with her paints and music. The golden period where her passion grew with each passing day. Being more skilled and patient. Finding new ways to reach new people by showing her art to the world. She receives positive feedback from peers and family, further fueling her ambition. She started showing her social media presence and connected with many other artists that appreciated each other’s art.

    This social media presence was a great idea where she connected to a social page that organized workshops and exhibitions. The very first time she presented herself as an artist in an offline exhibition boosted her where people from different cities and even from different countries could admire her art and could even buy them.

    Her dream took an unexpected turn when financial constraints force her to prioritize stability over her artistic pursuits. She reluctantly accepts the carrier unrelated to arts, which consumes most of her time and energy, leaving little room for creativity. She even shifted to a different city to pursue her officer examination. Family and societal pressure mount as they view her artistry as an impractical and unstable career choice, urging her to abandon her dreams.

    Now her synth, those canvases, and brushes are dusted and wait for her to rise again. The dreams still wait for her redemption. Between all this chaos, and all this pressure she waits patiently to fuel the fire. She finds solace in knowing that her art has touched the hearts of others and left an indelible mark on the world, despite the setbacks.

    The canvas is shattered, and the synth keys are broken but it’s the artist’s triumph.

  • A Rainy night

    It was raining hard that night. In my hurry to get into the house, I didn’t notice the black car parked across the road. I realised something was wrong when I could see someone hovering around the car. I wasn’t sure if it was safe to go to the car to investigate but my instincts dragged me from the gate of my building to across the road and next to the car. What happened in that half an hour is what I call my most unforgettable memory.

    I could see a woman pacing up and down, drenched and injured. At first when I saw her, she looked drunk as she was losing her balance now and then. But as I went near her, I was sure it was the injury and not any substance that was causing her to tip.

    Excuse me Mam! Can I help you? I asked her. She seemed to be in a state of shock. I tried calling out to her but she continued going round and round in her car. I was not comfortable reaching out to her physically and I thought she might attack me in her condition. But there was no one I could call as my phone had switched off after getting wet in the rain. Also, if I went home, which was just across the street, my over-protective mother would panic and wouldn’t let me help her. So there I was, feeling helpless and angry, because I decided to help someone without knowing what to do.

    I remember standing in the rain for quite some time, staring at the woman hovering around her car, feeling absolutely worthless. Then in a flash of a moment, I found myself walking towards her and reaching out to her shoulder. I must have been really stupid to do that!

    Mam! I shouted as I grabbed her shoulder, Can you tell me your name? Do you live around here? The woman seemed to have lost her ability to hear or see or feel as she continued to walk around her car, only that now she was crying and shivering because of the rain.

    I grabbed both her shoulders and tried to talk again.

    I will help you! Tell me what I want! Is this your car?

    I repeatedly asked her the above questions for at least five minutes before she finally looked at me and broke down. At that point, to be honest, I was scared to death, because she wouldn’t stop screaming and trembling. After a while, she began to come back to her senses and began to calm down. Finally, when she stopped crying, she looked at me and told me that she was a second-year BA student in IIT who was out for a school reunion party at one of the schoolmate’s farmhouses on the outskirts of the city. She had happily agreed to go for the party because obviously we are always excited to meet our school buddies and relive the happy school memories. When she entered the farmhouse, she told me that everything was fine for a couple of hours. She then said that they began playing a game which turned into an unpleasant episode of bullying her. She was majorly bullied by a school group when in school and at the party too, the group started bullying her. When she retaliated, they faked an apology and offered her a drink.

    I was foolish to assume that they were truly sorry and that they had grown up, she told me, now smiling as if recollecting what happened at the party. She told me that she doesn’t remember what happened after she took that drink. She only remembers me screaming at her.

    When I regained consciousness, my head hurt and I was lying on the street, drenched, outside my car. I don’t even know what part of the city I am in. They must have put me in the car and brought me here. And they must have thrown me out of my own car and thrown away the keys after locking it so that I can’t go home.

    The woman, whose name was Ankita, thanked me for being there. She asked me which place she had been abandoned, and asked the way to the nearest police station. I took her with me and told my house watchman to guard her car for the night. My mother calmed down as she heard the whole story and allowed me to take her to the hospital to nurse her wounds. Ankita slept at my place that night. The next morning, mom and I accompanied her to the police station and lodged an FIR. Ankita said she wanted to get a blood test done as she thought she had been made to take drugs through the drink. She was right. She gave the details of the farmhouse and of her friends. The police sealed the farmhouse and arrested the friends.

    Ankita and I became good friends forever after the incident. She taught me to be cautious of people, because some people can never be trusted no matter how much time has passed. She also taught me that it is okay to have a moment of fear. If you have a helping hand around, you can overcome fear and get back on your feet again. At that moment I’m so glad that I helped her by overcoming my fear.

  • “Brushstrokes of Destiny: Maya’s Journey to Inspire”

    A young girl named Maya used to reside in a small community at the base of a magnificent mountain. Maya was endowed from birth with a burning desire to create art. She would lose herself in her own world for hours at a time, producing stunning works of art that seemed to come to life on the canvas.

    But Maya’s family didn’t comprehend her dreams. They held the opinion that the only paths to success were the traditional ones, such as training to be an engineer or doctor. They ignored the passion that burned within her and disregarded her artistic endeavours as mere hobbies.

    Maya made the decision to show herself worthy in order to follow her passion. She summoned all of her bravery and entered her paintings in a local city’s art exhibition. Maya’s heart raced with excitement and worry as the day of the show approached.

    She entered the gallery and was surrounded by famous artists’ paintings. Maya’s mind started to have doubts. How could she ever compete with such talent? She ignored those ideas, though, and reminded herself of the originality of her own vision.Unexpectedly, one of Maya’s paintings drew the eye of Mr. Reynolds, a renowned art critic. He was impressed by her work’s vivid colours and the depth of feeling they portrayed. He went looking for Maya and gave her a scholarship to the esteemed Academy of Fine Arts.

    Maya welcomed the chance, tears of delight running down her face. In the hopes that one day they will see her true calling, she bade her family farewell.Maya focused on her academics at the academy. She broadened her artistic horizons, discovered new techniques, and experimented with diverse media. But things weren’t always easy. Maya had many difficulties on the way. Self-doubt occasionally threatened to overwhelm her, but she persisted.

    As the years went by, Maya’s brilliance grew like a priceless flower. The world’s art fans fell in love with her paintings. She displayed her art in prestigious galleries, and her pieces fetched high prices. Maya’s success, however, wasn’t primarily determined by her notoriety or wealth; instead, what mattered most to her was the joy she experienced when making art.One day, Maya received a request to go back to her community and exhibit her artwork there. She was bubbling with excitement as she got ready for the show. The splendour and profundity of her work stunned the people. Finally, they grasped the scope of her brilliance and the intensity of her passion.

    The entire village was inspired by Maya’s accomplishment. Little ones began picking up paintbrushes, hoping to follow in her artistic footsteps. Parents started to encourage their kids’ artistic endeavours as they realised how important it was to support their aspirations.Everyone learned an important lesson from Maya’s journey: following your passion despite all difficulties can result in incredible accomplishments. She demonstrated to them that finding and developing one’s own special talents is just as important as conforming to social norms.

    Maya’s tale gained widespread acclaim and turned into a source of hope and motivation for aspirants all around the world. And as for Maya, she carried on painting for the simple joy of making art and affecting people’s lives with her bright and soul-stirring masterpieces, not for praise or acclaim.