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Category: Inspiration

Collection of Best Inspirational Short Stories

  • “The Unconditional one”

    “The Unconditional one”

    Just like the two sides of a coin, life is basically a unpredictable bittersweet journey…..This ambivalence has more of  bitter tastes . These hard phases seem less difficult with someone to have your back on . Finding some genuine people has become so tedious in this generation .

    A beautiful and unconditional partner is not perfect and don’t want you to be perfect either . The right one will love your mess and will try to turn your insecurities into perfections. The one who makes you strong and life seems less difficult with them. Love does not only means a physical intimate bond , true intimacy is that when someone understands your unsaid thoughts . A listener , who is there for you. A true relationship is about love , trust , communication, respect, support and understanding through all ups and downs. The slow , uncomplicated , unconditional love where intimacy of eye contacts is more than anything else .This is the kind of love you deserve . The one who understands you without saying anything because they know you well . The love where everything is more than just physical attraction.You deserve someone who is sure of you , that you are very sure of .The love when you wait for each other to be perfect until and unless you both are ready to unleash the world.

  • Mom

    Mom

    Mom is another thing that we often take as granted, just like oxygen, water and electricity. Now, some people here will be like, oh my god! How can you compare mom to a thing? Or , a woman is not a thing! And blah, blah, blah, without even reading the whole story! Like seriously? Anyway let’s continue while ignoring such kind of people who create unnecessary drama and shows themselves as a liberal person in public who take care of their wives and treat them no less than a queen . But only they know what is the truth. It’s true that our thoughts keep evolving with time. And when people change their statements and thoughts with time, they are called as fickle , or vague , or unstable to their statements by the so called netizens. I’ve always been closer to my mother and saw her working every minute of the day , for every day of the month and for every month of the year and for every year since she came into this house after being married to her husband, my father of course. Now that doesn’t mean that I hate my father or he doesn’t much work. He is a really good father and I share very good relation with him, he also works very hard this house. And my grandmother, she also keeps helping my mom in the households. But she have various advantages like, she can rest whenever she wants, she do work whenever she wants to or mom will do it anyway, she can go and sit for an uncountable number of hours in our relatives house. But my mom , it’s not like she feels caged or feels like being harassed, because our family is really a sweet one. She thinks that taking care of us is the only target of her life now. She says , that she will be happy to work even more if it results in my success. That smile never leaves her face, when she talks about having dinner in a 5 star hotel, the day I will pay the bill with my first salary. She’s growing old, not because of age but because of the hard work she do and want to fulfill all her dreams as soon as possible.

  • REBELS OF EMOTION!

    REBELS OF EMOTION!

    In a future where emotions are strictly regulated, a rebel group forms to fight against the oppressive government and restore the freedom of expression to society.

    In a dystopian future when feelings are rigorously controlled, a rebel organization rises up to oppose the tyrannical government and bring back social freedom of speech. Emotions are seen as a danger to stability and control by the dictatorship that rules this society. Through a variety of techniques, such as sophisticated technical advancements and stringent cultural norms, emotions are repressed.

    People who think that emotions are an essential component of being human make form the rebel organization known as the Emotion Liberation Front (ELF). They contend that regulating emotions by the government stifles innovation, originality, and the general welfare of the populace. The ELF seeks to overthrow the repressive order and advance emotional freedom.

    The ELF’s members come from a variety of backgrounds, including those of artists, thinkers, activists, and regular people who have suffered the negative consequences of emotional repression. They employ a variety of tactics to undermine governmental authority, including organizing protests or other types of civil disobedience, increasing awareness through propaganda, and holding secret meetings where emotions may be openly expressed.

    The government uses a variety of oppressive measures to put down the uprising because it recognizes the threat the ELF poses. To find and keep an eye on alleged rebels, they employ cutting-edge monitoring tools. The ELF is the target of propaganda attempts that depict them as violent fanatics that endanger public order. In order to infiltrate the rebel organization and obtain information, the government also uses a network of devoted informants. The ELF develops pace as the war intensifies, gaining more support from disillusioned residents who long for emotional freedom. They take part in acts of resistance including damaging emotion-suppression devices, circulating contradictory stories to counter the propaganda of the government, and organizing massive protests and strikes.

    The uprising is not without dangers and difficulties. The response from the government is increasing repression, increased monitoring, and the use of harsh methods to quell opposition. There are conflicts within the ELF over tactics, methods, and the appropriate level of emotional expression. The restoration of freedom of expression, however, is what unifies them. By remaining persistent, the ELF slowly wins over the public, revealing the shortcomings and brutality of the government’s emotion-regulation measures. The uprising serves as a catalyst for larger societal change, motivating individuals to challenge the oppressive order and demand the freedom to feel and express their emotions as they like.

    The capacity of the rebel organization to garner broad public support, expose the falsehoods of the government, and overthrow the repressive regime’s foundations ultimately determines whether they are successful in restoring emotional freedom. Fighting emotional repression turns into a fight for humanity’s own nature and the freedom to live freely and truthfully.

  • Pitching my short dark comedy “Police Custody”

    Pitching my short dark comedy “Police Custody”

    Hey guys.

    My name is Yashaswi Katailiha. I’m an aspiring filmmaker who is trying to write this screenplay for a very dark comedy short film/skit for a while but has been stuck in writer’s block. Luckily, I had written the entire story of the beforehand, even though I’m struggling to get into the nitty-gritty details of the shorts, like dialogues and the complete sequence of the film.

    So I’m posting the whole premise, the theme or message of the film, and the character names and personality, here for you to read and give me your thoughts.

    I should warn you that not only is this very edgy, it also contains themes of violence, rape, sexual assault, casteism, xenophobia, ableism, queerphobia and so on, so please proceed with caution.

    Thank you and have a nice day.

    Police Custody
    A satirical dark comedy short film/skit about police brutality

    Basic Premise

    A labourer named Jitendra Pandey is being held in custody, being tortured by two police officers Mohit (the one torturing him) and Jagdish (the one who at first seems to be watching and monitoring the torture) for an alleged robbery in a relatively posh neighbourhood, that of the police commisioner Srinavan Hodo’s house.

    They suspect that he was there on 2 accounts:

    He was seen 2 hours later near the crime scene area (the colony)

    After the police arrived, he was there, asking questions to the neighbours about the happenings

    Jitendra rebuffs the former 2 accusations on the fact that he works in other houses in that area, including the house near the commissioner (he even dares them to ask the other homeowners for confirmation), and that if they go by their logic, everyone who was “asking questions” would also be a criminal too.

    Despite the claims that he is innocent (and we know that he is most certainly innocent), but the cops torturing him, beating him and doing all kinds of human rights violation are simply doing it both for the kicks and to get a confession out of him, regardless of him being innocent or not, knowing full well that as long as he is alive and poor, they won’t face any consequence.

    Jagdish, who is handling the torture, interrogates him for his name, because he feels based on some arbitrary features about him like his looks, face structure, he is probably a lower caste person masquerading as a general caste to avoid persecution from the public, making him untrustworthy in his books.

    After pressing him over his name, he confesses that his real name is Jitendra Kannojia. He says that he changed this surname to avoid harassment, making it clear that it’s because he has a Dalit name, and he feared for facing caste discrimination.

    Of course, he was proven right, as he continued to get harassed by the two policemen, making casteist stereotypes about the lower castes, boasting about how they “knew” he was a Dalit masquerading as a general caste person to avoid persecution from the public, making him untrustworthy in their books.

    However, after dealing with the ordeal too much, he points out the fact that they arrested him without warrant, by which Jagdish is taken aback by, and screams about how what they’re doing is wrong and unethical.

    Jagdish scoffs at his face, seemingly asking him, why does he think that.

    “Because you are supposed to be professionals,” he said.

    Jagdish is taken aback by his statement…. before laughing on his face hysterically about this with Mohit.

    He brings on his other friends (Rajat: the oldest in their group, Mahi: the woman in their group whose masculine traits are a source of mockery and Mahinder: the dimwit) about this, where they all mock him about their alleged “lack of professionalism,” seemingly because either they don’t care for it, or them brutalizing, suppressing and working against the welfare of the working class is a part of their “professional” duties.

    Jagdish then mocks him further when he angrily asks them all “where’s your professionalism,” holding his crotch and telling him that it’s “right here”.

    As they continue to laugh at his misfortune, Jagdish goes on about how he would force him to do sexual things for him (rape, sexual assault etc.) solely as a way to install power over him (as is the case with most rape cases).

    However, as his descriptions of the heinous acts become more detailed and graphic, the willing participants of the act suddenly become more uncomfortable by him and look at him in strange, mortified ways.

    But here’s the twist: they’re not horrified because he openly brags about raping him (in a way) or the other creepy and vile stuff he says, but because it all makes him look… gay.

    This leads to a hilarious argument between all of them as Jagdish tries very hard to preserve his ‘masculinity’, insisting that his alleged threat to rape to this poor fellow in custody was merely a “power play”, something that he really doesn’t argue well, leading to even more hilarious questions and even more absurd answers, until Jagdish is left emasculated. They also argue that while it’s OK that Jagdish is queer because their captain is queer too, they think he’s in denial and projecting his weird fantasies onto him, and continue to criticize him trying to sleep with the man in order to get a confession, something that Jagdish denies because it’s not even his intent (it should also be noted that Jagdish is 100% straight and cisgender).

    Out of the blue, their Captain barges in and demands an explanation as to what kind of ruckus is going on. Mahinder quickly goes on to explain (albeit poorly due to several misunderstandings) that Jagdish wants to have sex with the guy in custody and wants to be dominated by him, the complete opposite of what Jagdish was trying to say (and he denies it so hard).

    Captain calls to talk to Jagdish privately, and demands an explanation. He lies to the Captain that this guy is in custody, and they’re trying to make him talk, so he was simply talking about how they should be more harsh with him, make him really confess, and find some creative ways in the process.

    So he may have accidentally mentioned how we need to be “careful” as “we don’t want people to questions as to why he’s walking funny.” or “think as to why him style of walking is so different.”

    This leads to everyone accusing him of being queer, which he isn’t.

    The captain then asks him the following:

    “Are you going to do something “funny” with him/“change his style of walking” with your lathee?”
    “No.”
    “Are you going to do something “funny” with him/“change his style of walking” with… your own lathee?”
    “What other lathee are you talking about, sir?”
    “Sigh Don’t make me spell it out for you.”
    “…”
    “The one between your legs, dummy.”
    “What?! No, sir.”

    Captain then asks him due to his strong insistence and rejection of even the slightest possibility of him being queer right after insinuated some very sexual stuff to the man in custody, that perhaps maybe he is indeed gay or just a regular homophobe. He tells him that nobody here, including the Captain himself, will see no problem with him being gay, so if he wants to come out of the closet, he’s most welcome to.

    Jagdish is still insisting on being straight, to which the Captain replies “You sure?” 

    “Yes, sir, absolutely,” he says, confidently.

    Jagdish then weirdly tries to convince the Captain that not only is he not a homophobe, he’s in fact an “ally”, despite the fact that he kept on attacking the Jitendra’s own masculinity, insulting him, joking about “making him his bitch”, how he’s this ‘Alpha’ making the ‘Beta’ look like weaker and “dominating him like he’s a school girl” (which is definitely not ‘creepy’) and other vile stuff simply because he had power over him.

    He tells the Captain that how he “respects other people’s choices as long as they don’t affect his,” which he backtracks from immediately when he realizes how bad it sounds, especially when said to a gay man.

    As he continues to embarrass himself, Captain stops him, telling him that he doesn’t care whether he is queer or the man in custody, and that it’s none of his business, so as long as he gets that confession, by whatever means necessary.

    He then tells him to let others handle it and let Jagdish enact his weird fetish in anywhere but his work to not draw controversy. Jagdish is not happy with this decision, but reluctantly agree and goes to sulk somewhere off-screen.

    Back in the custody, the other folks ponder whether Jagdish is queer man or not, and then question as to perhaps the man in custody is queer, and that Jagdish is fulfilling his wishes or not.

    They surely convince themselves that they have no problem with Jagdish being a closeted gay, but through their dialogues, we know that they do but can’t just seem to admit to themselves because they’re boss is queer so they have to ‘act nice’ towards others queer people, like not harassing or beating up other queer people in their custody or otherwise (public affection, that kinda stuff), even though it’s also made clear that the Captain largely allows, encourage or maintains the same abuse of power over other queer people, like that one trans woman whom they forcefully strip-searched to see whether “she’s an actual woman or pretending to be one” (she’s possibly one of the many to whom this has happened).

    They then go on to harp about how “progressive they are” coz they have women in their fields and a couple of mostly empty pink-booths here and there, regardless of how sexist they all are and act, especially the woman character Mahi.

    They also convince themselves that they aren’t casteist because “some of their higher-ups in the Delhi police force belong to SC/ST castes too”, despite the fact that they also routinely harass other SC/STs too, and that they feel that “reservation is bad coz these lazy lower castes steals all the opportunities from the lower castes” and that “if we get rid of reservation, they won’t have to worry about casteism anymore” (coz that’s totally how casteism works, bro). In other words, the same anti-reservation hysteria hiding it’s true casteist form.

    Also they say some casteist things themselves.

    But then say some blatantly xenophobic stuff about Muslims, even going so far to dehumanize them, one even suggesting that all Islamists are secretly communists (despite the fact that more extremely radical Islamists are far-right, and they hate “the Left”. They even go so far as to kill them) There’s even a joke about one of them saying some truly false stuff about them, and when the other guys ask for evidence of it, he confesses that he got it from Reddit.

    As they continue to argue, they get frustrated that Jitendra has not confessed anything, where Mahi then admits to them that Srinavan probably made false accusations of robbery against him, as to save face when he was trying to make a move towards Jitendra, who rebuked it.

    However: They quickly realize that Jitendra was listening all along to their rather extremely revealing argument (which, surprise-surprise, he wasn’t supposed to), and they all freeze once the realization dawns upon them.

    As they look at him, and each others, they whisper to themselves about what to do now that they know their modus-operandi.

    One guy, the dimwit who continues to ask silly questions, ask the woman officer near him “You think he’ll sue us for potential hate-speech?”

    She takes out her lathee and says, “Well… you can’t speak about anything when you don’t have a mouth, do you?”

    It’s clear as to what they are going to do, and so does the man.

    He pleads and bargains ever so briefly, before they all lung at him.


    The scene freezes with “Roundabout” by Yes playing (or some other version of it due to copyright, which we’ll need if we’re going to use the original song).

    And we’ll see some factoids about the state of authority and abuse by the police force, credits play, and the short ends.

    And we get to know through this text that this short takes place merely days after 377 was decriminalized, conveying that systems of oppression will never be reformed by simply having marginalized communities have higher positions in them, where they merely just enact the same violence towards said community.

    What is the point of this short?

    The short, through dark humour and pointed satire, is meant to show how the police as an institution, is meant to suppress and oppress your average working class, and no amount of putting marginalized people in higher positions is going to fix an already oppressive force who’s doing this by design.

    It will also be a commentary about misogyny, rape culture, casteism, the vested interests of the corporations and the state who benefit from it, even going so far as to maintain and enact further oppression of other marginalized communities and some brief mention of the red scare hysteria going on here.

    I know it gives off the impression that there is too much going on, but I can assure you, that my goal with this film is to deal with all these issues maturely, poignantly and as concisely as possible, giving them their due diligence.

    Characters:

    Jagdish: Young guy, massive prick, misogynist, creepy, epitome of fragile masculinity, self-conscious but somehow very lacking certain amount of self-awareness, obviously queer phobic, a bit immature

    Rajat: The older guy in the group, a prick but slightly less, has his own old-fashioned views about certain issues but tends to be rather coy about it, that is until he gets into peer-pressure and loosen up to their bigotry, seems to hate paperwork the most amounts everyone else, acts just about as abusive to lower class people

    Mohit: Is the guy who’s the one primarily beating the worker while Jagdish watches, is a tad bit more sadistic when it comes to beating and asserting power over other like Jagdish, but maybe just not as misogynistic as Jagdish, though just as bigoted towards minorities like him and even more borderline creepy

    Mahi: The woman in the group, presents herself in a rather masculine manner like the boys, her being a woman in the force does literally nothing for the force as she is just as awful as the rest of the group, has sexist views regarding other women, queer phobic (because she is cis and straight)

    Mahinder: The youngest there, dimwitted, kinda awful like them too with the only difference with him not being the sharpest tool in the shed, is also very bigoted and sexist but only lacks the filter to hide it, gets easily confused when Jagdish tries to explain himself (even more than others)

    Srinavan Hodo: Openly gay captain of the police precinct in Delhi where they all work, stoic and almost emotionless, very serious type of person, but he also likes to ‘have fun’ with his subordinates and take the piss out of them when he feels like it, thinks rather less of Jagdish because of his immaturity, doesn’t really care much about other marginalized communities (including his own) unless it hurts the functionality of the precinct or their image, going so far as to enact the violence on them that every police establishment does on them.

    Jitendra Pandey (real name Jitendra Kannojia): The man in custody, a poor labourer implicated in a robbery of an affluent family, desperate in pleading for mercy and trying his best to convince them of his innocence (which we might be), he’s a Dalit hiding his identity (his surname) in order to not face persecution in terms of casteism, but then becomes one of the reasons why the cops think he is guilty (because he’s a Dalit)

  • My Mom, My Superwoman

    Until a few years ago, I was one of the many who regarded ‘mental illness’ as a temporary state of mind – that phase when you feel abysmal. But then…my whole world came crashing down, and I knew how real it was. My mother was suddenly acting ‘unnatural’. The diagnosis was to be – Acute Paranoid Psychosis, aka Schizophrenia.

    Throwback to my yonder years that witnessed my mom working incessantly for her family for 30 years. She was always the silent kind, making adjustments for everybody who crossed her path so that they would be comfortable. All through those agonizing years of juggling work pressures, raising children, supporting a family and handling a legal land case on her own, she never backed off. She endured it all without a word; all the while, I and my sister were the helpless spectators, but we respected her immensely for keeping her cool. Unfortunately, we didn’t realize that under this seemingly calm exterior, she was suffering…silently…all these years.

    And then that day gave her a blow – the last one that she could take. The memories of that day are vivid, dark and haunting. They play reruns on my mind although they are a decade behind me now. An eviction notice from the land case, directing us to vacate the only place we knew as ‘our home’, cracked the threshold of my mother’s sanity. She was shocked and so were we. But nothing could prepare us for the days that followed…

    A few days after the legal notice, I and my family realized that my mom was not being her normal self. Initially, we thought that the stress of building a new life all over again had taken a toll on her. Understandably so; my sister had tied the knot recently and I was in my final year of Engineering. Yesterday we had a house; today we had nowhere to go. Both my parents had retired from their service, so buying a house was a distant dream. It was a classic recipe for a mental breakdown. However, the gravity of the situation did not strike us till we started losing our mom to another world. Her imaginary world was far from our reality.

    She started talking about people who were following her because she did not give up the land case – they were allegedly after her life. She saw people across the road, holding a gun in their hand, ready to shoot her when she would step out of the house. She could hear voices from the alarm clock that were plotting to kill her; apparently she thought the clock had a sound recording chip fitted inside by an ‘enemy’ who was spying on her. At first, we believed her. Of course we had to. She was the one who taught us to believe in the power of good and evil. And after all that had happened over the last couple of days, I and my family could only see and expect the worse in everything around us.

    We called all our close relatives to comfort her, but none of our efforts were helping her see the world as we did. The world was closing in on her as she could see it. Gradually, the line between reality and illusion vanished. She was hallucinating. We couldn’t believe this was happening to us. My ever-so-loving mom was distancing herself from us. I can’t explain the void me and my sister felt when our mom stopped caring for us. One night she woke up and thought that we were trying to harm her. That was the brink of our agony.

    For all those who aren’t aware how difficult it can get to seek medical help for people with acute stress-related disorders, let me tell you, it is a harrowing experience. You are trying to convince a person – who has absolutely no faith in you – to visit another person (Doctor) who is ‘hired’ to harm them. The doctor had advised us that she could get violent, harm herself or even us if anything goes against her ideas of right and wrong. So, we knew it was not going to be easy, but we were definitely not going to give up on her. We had to be a part of her imaginary world, plot and play our characters to make her believe us…to believe our story. Any slip at this point meant we would have lost her trust, and our only hope to bring her back to reality.

    I still get goosebumps as I write about the day we had to play out the climax of our story, the day when we had to take her to the hospital to begin her therapy and treatment. I told her I had a bad headache and rested my head on her lap; I just wanted to feel her warmth before she left us for the next few days. I was aching for her gentle touch, but silently knew that she was beyond any emotions. But…I would only call it the unfailing love of my mom, when she rested her hand on my head, as if unknowingly reassuring me that everything was going to be alright. That day I cried like her little baby, hiding my head in her lap. Deep down, she was still with us and that instant I knew that we were going to have our mother back.

    While she was recuperating at the hospital, all her schizophrenic memories had been wiped clean. We were relieved that she wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath of those difficult moments later in her life, but being who she was, she was still troubled. She was upset because I had to face such difficult times during my university exams. Now that’s my mom; indifferent to what turmoil she had been through, only worrying about her loved ones!

    Almost a month of hospital stay, counselling, medications and therapies later, she was home as herself! And I am glad that I could welcome her back with my results – I had topped my university exams, hoping that my mom would forgive herself for the guilt she did not deserve. Not one bit.

    Love you mom…You’re a true inspiration for your daughters. You’re our HERO.

    – By Swapna Naik Kamble

  • The circle of Life

    In the bustling city of Panipat, lived a man named Samant. He was known for his cunning ways and his selfishness knew no bounds. Samant would manipulate others to fulfill his desires, leaving a trail of broken trust and shattered hearts behind him. He believed that he was invincible, immune to the consequences of his actions.One fateful day, Samant crossed paths with an old beggar . The frail man sat on a street corner, his weathered face reflecting a lifetime of hardships. Unfazed by his pitiful appearance, Samant mocked him, kicking dirt in his direction before striding away, satisfied with his cruel act.Little did Samant know, karma had taken notice of his actions. From that moment on, a series of misfortunes began to befall him. His once thriving business crumbled, his friends turned their backs on him, and his health deteriorated. No matter how hard he tried to regain control, everything seemed to slip through his fingers like sand.

    Desperate and broken, Samant sought solace in solitude. He retreated to a small cottage on the outskirts of the city, reflecting on the path he had chosen. Remorse gnawed at his conscience, and he longed for a chance to make amends.One day, while wandering through a nearby forest, Samant stumbled upon a wonded animal. Its eyes pleaded for help, and he couldn’t ignore its suffering. With gentle care, he nursed the creature back to health, dedicating himself to its recovery.As days turned into weeks, Samant found solace in his newfound purpose. His self-centeredness gradually faded away, replaced by empathy and compassion. He began volunteering at local shelters, extending kindness to those who needed it most.

    In time, the tides of fortune turned. Samant”s business flourished, and he regained the respect and trust of his peers. The people he had once harmed found it in their hearts to forgive him, moved by his transformation.Samant learned a valuable lesson through his journey of karma. He realized that every action, no matter how small, carries consequences that ripple through the tapestry of life. He had witnessed firsthand the power of redemption and the transformative nature of kindness.From that day forward, Samant dedicated himself to spreading positivity, hoping to inspire others to embrace compassion and choose a path of goodness. He became a beacon of light in the city of Seredipity, reminding all who crossed his path that karma, though sometimes slow, always finds its way back, rewarding or repaying our actions in due time.

  • The Enchanted Lighthouse

    The Enchanted Lighthouse

    Once upon a time, in a small coastal village, there stood a lighthouse known as the Enchanted Lighthouse. The villagers believed it held mystical powers and served as a guardian to their shores. Legends told of its ability to guide lost ships safely to harbor through stormy nights and treacherous waters. But what the villagers didn’t know was that the lighthouse was also home to a secret magical creature.

    The creature was a lonely, mischievous pixie named Elara. With shimmering wings and a mischievous smile, she spent her days hidden away in the lighthouse, casting enchantments on passing ships, and observing the lives of the villagers from afar. But despite her magical abilities, Elara longed for companionship.

    One stormy night, as the waves crashed violently against the shore, a ship found itself caught in the perilous grip of a tempest. The captain, fearing for the lives of his crew, looked to the Enchanted Lighthouse for guidance. As if hearing his plea, Elara sensed the ship’s distress and sprang into action.

    Using her magic, Elara illuminated the lighthouse’s beacon with an otherworldly brilliance, guiding the ship away from the treacherous rocks. The crew marveled at the miraculous intervention, unaware of the tiny pixie responsible for their salvation.

    Filled with gratitude, the captain returned the following day, determined to uncover the mystery behind the Enchanted Lighthouse’s powers. As he climbed the winding staircase, he discovered Elara, her wings fluttering with excitement.

    Intrigued by her presence, the captain struck up a conversation with Elara, and over time, they forged an unlikely friendship. Elara shared her tales of magical adventures, and the captain recounted his voyages across distant seas. They laughed, they cried, and they learned from each other’s experiences.

    News of the captain’s newfound friendship with Elara spread throughout the village, and soon the villagers embraced the idea of a magical creature in their lighthouse. The Enchanted Lighthouse became a symbol of hope, reminding everyone of the power of friendship and the magic that exists in even the most unexpected places.

    As the years passed, Elara’s bond with the captain grew stronger, and the Enchanted Lighthouse continued to protect the village with its guiding light. The villagers celebrated their connection to the magical world, and stories of their extraordinary friendship passed down through generations.

    The Enchanted Lighthouse became a beacon not only for lost ships but also for lost souls, reminding all who encountered it that friendship and kindness could bring light into the darkest of times.

  • The Neighbourhood Of Many Artists

    I will tell you a story. It has no beginning no ending. It is a story about how some people come into your life and make it worth living. When your problem is not only yours but theirs too. With every step, they are walking side-by-side. 

    In a quaint little town, there lived a girl named Maria. She was a delicate soul, battling schizophrenia. Despite her inner struggles, Maria possessed a remarkable talent for art. Her creativity flowed like a river, manifesting in vivid paintings and intricate sculptures.

    Every day, Maria immersed herself in her artwork, seeking solace in the world she created on canvas. Her paintings were a reflection of her innermost emotions, each stroke telling a story only she could understand. They were a glimpse into her kaleidoscope mind.

    One day, as Maria ventured outside for inspiration, she stumbled upon a young boy named Alex. His warm smile and kind eyes instantly captivated her. Unbeknownst to Maria, Alex had a unique gift of his own. He possessed an innate ability to understand people and connect with their deepest thoughts and emotions.

    Curiosity sparked between the two kindred spirits. Alex recognized Maria’s extraordinary talent and was determined to help her on her journey. With his gentle guidance, he encouraged her to embrace her creativity and channel her inner demons into her art.

    Together, Maria and Alex embarked on a remarkable journey, exploring the depths of Maria’s imagination. They delved into whimsical worlds filled with vibrant colors, fantastic creatures, and surreal landscapes. Alex’s presence grounded Maria, allowing her to navigate her tumultuous mind with newfound clarity.

    As they continued their journey, Maria’s art evolved. Her pieces became a testament to her resilience, expressing not only her struggles but also her triumphs and aspirations. The town’s people marveled at Maria’s artwork, mesmerized by the raw emotions they conveyed.

    With each passing day, Maria’s confidence grew. She discovered that her condition did not define her, but rather added depth to her perspective. Her art became a beacon of hope for others who faced similar challenges, inspiring them to embrace their unique talents.

    In the end, Maria’s creative spirit and the unwavering support of Alex enabled her to transcend her limitations. She became a living testament to the power of art and compassion. Together, Maria and Alex proved that sometimes, the most extraordinary journeys are not the ones we take alone but the ones we embark on with the helping hands of kindred souls.

  • How to be Successful: Think like a Leader

    How to be Successful: Think like a Leader

    Do you have any clashes at work or in your personal life? Are you concerned that if you do something great, others will look down on you? Are you anxious that your own family would not support you in doing something you enjoy? Are you unable to complete a task because you are afraid of failing? Do you want to establish your own business but something is preventing you from doing so? Do you seek advice or look for motivating and inspirational films or videos for success stories or tips on how to live a worry-free life?

    The book ‘How to be Successful: Think like a Leader’ written by the author, ‘M. Curtis McCoy’ is a motivating and uplifting book. It compiles several interviews and true stories of Jeff Wobig, Connie Wyatt, Paul B. Watson, Eric Payne, Caujuan Mayo, Nathan Schulhof, and Jeff McGregor.

    In the fourth chapter, the author has answered a series of interview questions about his definition of success, what steps he took to get to a certain point in life, his greatest strengths, his greatest weaknesses, how he overcame them, what types of books he has read, what types of character traits he values the most in others, what inspires him, what advice he would give to others, and many other topics.

    The author has added short encouraging chapters after each interview to motivate the readers such as reward yourself, make others feel appreciated, six keys to building quality friendships, meet new friends, take pride in your appearance, stop wasting your life, the art of saying ‘No’, improve your attitude, develop winning habits and many more.

    There have already been many times in your life where you thought you put everything you could towards achieving a specific task but, you failed. The times you came close to success but just fell short. They may seem like failures but they aren’t. Each time we try and fail not only do we learn more about ourselves but we develop strength for the next round. Quite simply you learn from the small battles what it takes to win the war. Remember if it was easy to be highly successful everyone would do it. Achievement is an ongoing process, you need to go over your goals every single day with laser beam focus. A dream becomes a goal when action is taken towards it.

    Throughout the book, the author has included numerous inspirational quotes that will inspire readers to take action in their lives. Although there were a few grammatical and typographical errors, they did not deviate from the message the author was trying to convey. In addition, the author’s writing style was also distinct and easy to comprehend. The power of prayer and the Christian faith in God are all mentioned. This book is suitable for young entrepreneurs as well as anyone who feels stuck in their career/ job or life situation. I would like to rate this book 4 out of 4 stars. “Success is the ability to bounce back from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.”

  • The Masked Man 

    The Masked Man 

    Once upon a time in a bustling city of Avalon , ACP Yash Vardhan Chauhan  and Inspector Khusi Sharma found themselves in an unprecedented challenge – a masked man psycho killer who unleashed a reign of terror through a series of heinous murders. The city, once known for its vibrant streets , now trembled with the fear of darkness loomed over its residents. 

    The first murder sent Shockwaves to the police department.  A bride was found brutally slain in the ceiling of the house , she had an unbearable death, she was stabbed multiple times , her face was smashed. Her life was stolen with unimaginable cruelty. ACP Chauhan and Inspector Sharma arrived at the crime scene, determined to bring the perpetrator justice and restore safety to their city.  Within a week there where 10 murders in the city . People were afraid of going out of their houses.

    Looking at the situation ACP Chauhan and Inspector Sharma started their investigation. As they meticulously examined all the evidence received from the crime scene,  they noticed a pattern began to emerge.  The victims shared similar profiles– they were all brides or bride to be , with no apparent connections to each other . The killer seemed to choose them at random, leaving behind no clues expcet a white mask. 

    ACP Chauhan realized they need a strong and specialized team for the case. He assembled best officers and forensic experts within the department. 

    Days turned into weeks, and the masked man continued to haunt the city . ACP Chauhan and Inspector Sharma tirelessly pursued every lead, leaving no stone unturned . To aid their investigation,  they sought the expertise of renowned psychologist.  The experts delve deep into the details of each murders, meticulously analyzing the crime scenes, and the victim’s background and any available evidence.  Their Insights guided ACP Chauhan and Inspector Sharma as they crafted a psychological profile of the killer.  On the other hand public growing increasingly fearful, ACP Chauhan and Inspector Sharma understood the importance of maintaining an open line of communication with the community. They held press conference,  urging to the public to remain vigilant and to report any suspicious activities.  They held social media campaigns which spread awareness,  encouragement people to come forward with any unliked information that might assist in the investigation. 

    Night after nights passed , city remained terrified,  peoples were anxiously locking their doors and windows with the fear of killer’s next move might be one of them . A sense of unity  emerge when the neighbors looked out for one another, determined to help their neighbors,  society and the department to grab the killer. 

    Suddenly one fateful evening a piece of information reached ACP Chauhan and Inspector Sharma’s team. An anonymous tip lied them to a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of the city.  

    ACP Chauhan’s team started planning an operation, to grab the masked man. With a proper plan they went inside  the warehouse.  The masked man , a shadow lurking in the darkness,  was finally appeared. No sooner the killer appeared ACP Chauhan and his team surrounded the killer.  

    In the ensuring confrontation , a fierce struggle ensued , but the combined efforts of ACP Yash Vardhan Chauhan , Inspector Khusi Sharma and their team proved victorious. The killer was apprehended. Their reign of terror finally brought to the end .

    A sight of relief washed over the city as news of the masked man psycho killer’s capture spread like wildfire . 

    The story of ACP Yash Vardhan Chauhan and Inspector Khusi Sharma became a tale of bravery and resilience inspiring the citizens of Avalon  to stand strong to face the adversity.  The city slowly healed from the wound inflicted by the masked man.