Ruskin Bond, an Indian author of British descent, is an eminent contemporary writer. He prolifically authored inspiring children’s books and was awarded the Sahitya Akademi Award to honor his work of literature. Born on May 19, 1934, in Kasauli, India, he was the son of Edith Clarke and Aubrey Bond. He lives with his adopted family…
[future] – Zian – dang that’s so cool!! {stranger} – uh … yeah. Haha! Zian – so…. how can I go back in my timeline? {stranger} – that is what I am thinking from two months Zian – TWO MONTHS!!?? {stranger} – (sighs) yes mate. [narrator] – pretty confusing, isn’t it? Well let’s clear it.…
I (29m) got rejected by my family when I was 23, it was a traumatic experience for me, I am talking about the day when everyone was at my house. It was amusing because my family was nuclear and all of a sudden everybody including my grandparents (74m & 71f) were at my house. Of…
It was the day of Anant Chaturthi of 2018, I (21m) was 19 y/o at that time. The vibe was very positive at that day, I was attending the Visarjana of the Ganesha of our complex. My friend Raghav (21m) was with me. We were of the same age, it was 1:00 at midnight. The…
When you are getting close to a person, You knew, one day, you are going to get hurt by that person, You knew, it takes a lot of time to better yourself after breakup, You knew, breakups are not only for lovers, but also for friends, You knew, everything is in your hands, You knew,…
why do we love people whom we aren’t SUPPOSED to love?
Once upon a time, in a city of Edinburg, there lived a beautiful woman named Gracy. She had a smile that could brighten the gloomiest of days and a heart filled with compassion. But behind her beautiful smile, Gracy carried a burden – a broken heart. Gracy was a married woman who loved her husband…
It was a cloudy day. Not too gloomy; the clouds were just the perfect shade of grey. I was getting ready to spend my day off laying on my couch, reading ‘Hold Still’ for the umpteenth time. It was Sunday, the beloved day for all to go hang out with their friends and family. But…
It is sheer nothingness. As I look around, I realise I am trying to inspect darkness, for I see nothing but black eerie air, swirling around as if trying to grasp me tight. This has to be a dream- not escapable or fathomable. The blackness knows no level, and stretches beyond my vision. As I…
Once upon a time in a small village nestled deep within a dense forest, there lived a young girl named Amara. She had always felt a special connection to nature and spent most of her days exploring the enchanting woods that surrounded her home. Amara’s village was known for its vibrant culture and traditional festivities.…
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