Once upon a time, in a small town, there lived a 10th-grade student named Saksham. He was a bright and ambitious young boy with big dreams. Saksham’s days were consumed by the pressure of studies, assignments, and exams. He had always been a dedicated student, striving to achieve excellence in his academics. One sunny morning, as Saksham was walking to school, he noticed a new girl named Nikita. She had recently joined their school, and her charm instantly caught Saksham’s attention. Her smile was like a ray of sunshine, and her laughter echoed through the corridors. Saksham couldn’t help but be drawn to her. As days passed, Saksham found himself stealing glances at Nikita during class. He admired her intelligence, her passion for art, and her carefree nature. They soon started exchanging shy smiles, and their brief interactions left Saksham longing for more. One day, after school, Saksham gathered the courage to approach Nikita. He mustered all his strength and introduced himself. To his delight, Nikita responded with warmth and kindness. They began talking about their hobbies, interests, and dreams. It turned out that Nikita loved painting, while Saksham had a hidden talent for writing poetry. Their friendship blossomed into something beautiful, and Saksham soon realized that he had fallen deeply in love with Nikita. However, this newfound love brought forth a dilemma for Saksham. He was torn between his passion for academic excellence and his desire to spend more time with Nikita. The pressure of the approaching board exams loomed over Saksham’s head. His parents and teachers constantly reminded him of the importance of focusing on his studies. They believed that his future depended solely on his academic achievements. Caught between his heart and his responsibilities, Saksham found solace in Nikita’s understanding and unwavering support. She encouraged him to follow his dreams and assured him that she believed in his abilities. Nikita reminded him that life was not just about grades, but also about pursuing happiness and finding love. With Nikita’s words echoing in his mind, Saksham made a bold decision. He decided to strike a balance between his studies and his love for Nikita. He dedicated specific hours each day for focused studying and made the most of the time he had with Nikita. During their study breaks, Saksham and Nikita would explore their town, hand in hand, discovering hidden gems and creating memories. They enjoyed simple moments together, like sitting on a hilltop, watching the sunset, and sharing dreams of a future filled with love and happiness. Saksham’s determination to excel in his studies grew even stronger. With Nikita by his side, he found the motivation to overcome every obstacle that came his way. They supported and encouraged each other through the ups and downs, making their bond stronger with each passing day. Finally, the day of the board exams arrived. Saksham had prepared diligently, striking a balance between his studies and his love life. As he sat in the examination hall, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Nikita. She had taught him that love and dreams could coexist, and that following one’s heart could lead to extraordinary outcomes. Months later, when the results were announced, Saksham’s hard work paid off. He secured excellent grades, exceeding everyone’s expectations, including his own. The victory tasted even sweeter because he had conquered the academic challenges while embracing his love for Nikita. Saksham and Nikita’s love story continued to flourish throughout their high school years and beyond. They pursued their dreams together, supporting each other every step of the way. Their narrative served as a source of inspiration, serving as a poignant reminder that love and ardor have the ability to flourish, even in the face of academic pressure. And so, Saksham and Nikita proved that true love and a successful academic journey could indeed go hand in hand, as long as they were willing to follow their hearts and support each other unconditionally.
Category: True Story
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“Winners do quit – only for a better victory”
It’s often said that the greatest mistake one can never make is the fear of not making mistakes at all. The story of Thrupti’s real life experience on handling mistakes wisely and excelling in her career would surely inspire you to face any misstep in the boldest ways possible.
Hailing from the glorious city of South India, Thrupti has been an ambitious girl since childhood. However, just like any youngster out there, Thrupti felt a lot confused about the question “What do you want to be when you grow up? “. Well, to fulfil her parents wish and make her family proud, Thrupti went on to study Architecture Course for her graduation. She aced the NATA architecture exam and grabbed herself a seat in a prominent university in Bengaluru. The ride began smoothly and her early days in college, studying architecture felt quite dreamy to her. However, as years passed by, during her mid session in college, she felt a lot trapped in the course her parents chose for her. Thrupti failed to focus properly on her studies, her grades deteriorated, her mental health took worse turns; Thrupti realised that even though she loves creating art and painting, the architecture school was all about pointing out her flaws, only to make her work harder.
After a year of failing to score better grades, Thrupti, being helpless, tried to talk to her parents to let her change her graduation course to Journalism. It was only after she eloped from her own home and stayed away from her parents for days, when her parents finally agreed to allow her to opt for Journalism.
Thrupti enrolled herself in the Journalism and Mass communication course, despite her close ones considering her a loser; her mother wasn’t supportive of her taking a humanities subject, but Thrupti had faith in herself and her dedication. Thrupti advanced from being an unknown in architecture to serving as a student editor for her university’s newsletter and then interning at one of the popular newspapers in India. She made sure to never repeat her past mistakes and crafted out a prosperous career for her in journalism. Thrupti is now a successful journalist of a renowned News Channel.
Every life is a canvas and everyone has a beautiful sketch to paint.
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TITLE: KITE THREAD IN MY HAND
Kite thread in my hand. My father by my side. A smile on both lips.A true feeling of happiness in both hearts.This incident that happened in my childhood is a life lesson that I cannot forget in my life.In my childhood we used to play with kites.One day We both came up to the terrace to fly the kite.I felt very happy when I flew that kite as a child.At the same time, I realized why the kite should have been tied to that thread. A thought popped in my mind and I asked my father, if we pull the thread, the kite will fly with freedom as it wanted to be,please daddy . I requested him to do that.He said with a small smile ok we will do as you said.After we cut the thread the kite flew very high and high.That makes me happy .After some time it fell down slowly on the ground.i felt upset I don’t know actually what’s happening in that time.Then I looked at my father angrily asking why he didn’t tell me earlier.He calm down me and said that i wanted you to know that Your life is like this kite, the thread supports the kite to fly within its limits.In your life, your parents are also like this thread, they are supporting you from the bottom to keep you high as well as save you from fall downs .It does not mean that there is no freedom, it means that you should not fall down from high.this makes sense when I growing slowly.The lesson that not thought that day became a daily lesson to me.After he said,he gave me another kite to fly.After I never asked for freedom.my father on my side. A kite on the sky and kite thread in my hand.
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Believe in yourself
Today I will be sharing a story what a person can do if one has faith in himself.
A kid of 11 years was very naughty as many of us in that age. He doesn’t want to study and want to play all the time. Their is copy checking like thing in our education system so whenever teacher check the copies he say I have forgotten my notebook and I will get it checked the next time. Teacher check the bags and give another chance to the kid. But after every incident he was getting closer to the end of this shit. The day came on 11 August when he was in seventh class. It was his birthday. It was the day of checking Maths notebook but he do the same “Mam, I have forgotten my notebook. I will get it checked the next time.” But he had given the notebook to the senior so that when teacher will check the notebook he will find nothing. But that day was not gone like that. The senior was in 8th class and he had a fight with his classmates on that day. So, in the break when he was outside his classmates checked his bag and found my notebook. Then, they give it to their Maths teacher. So, the Maths teacher came in the middle of science class and called that kid to come in 6th class where she was taking her lecture. The kid went to the 6th class. First question the teacher asked “Where is your copy”
The kid has now seen this notebook on teachers desk. So he told the truth “I have given it to a senior” . Then, the teacher slaps him and beats him brutally with stick. Then, the teacher called the elder sister of that kid which was then in 12th class. She embarrassed him in front of her. So, the school ends and the kid was trying to convince his sister not to tell anything happened in the school . Not because “Ghar par bhi bejati hogi ” But because his father is very strict. He will also do the same as the teacher has done. But her sister tells everything after reaching home. Then, he saw another side of his father and he said nothing except “Beta padh liya kar “. May be because of the poor face of the kid. Then, the kid start completing his Maths notebook because he has to face the same teacher tomorrow. Then, he start doing his work on time and come 1st in 8th class, 9th class , 10th class and then cracked JEE exam.
It is the same person which is not even want to study and then cracked JEE but by believe in himself.
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Beloved or not?
This story is about a retired woman who lives with her son and daughter. Her husband left her when her kids were young. Her life is not easy. Each day, there is one thing or another that disrupts her peace.
Her daughter is older than her son. The daughter graduated from college and is in search of a job. Unfortunately, luck is never on her side. On the other hand, her son has yet to start college.
The woman was forced to take an early retirement as her company was not working out. The only financial aid in the family was the pension she was getting. The money was enough for the household’s needs but not for her children’s.
There was always a dispute between her children over who had taken more money from her. The son was working hard to meet his needs, but the daughter was not. The daughter did not like to work at all.
Her relationship with her daughter is closer than that with her son. There was always an argument within one or two days over anything between her and her son. Her maid used to listen to everything very closely and knew everything that went around in that house.
The son would mostly end up spending money on household things, but the daughter only spent money on herself. The mother was aware of this fact, but she still gave more money to her daughter than her son just because she was the older of the two.
The son developed a feeling of loneliness and underconfidence. He started to believe that no matter how much he worked, he could not earn enough for himself. His life started to deteriorate as a result.
Despite not doing much work, the daughter was very happy, as she had a lot of money to spend and her mother always supported her no matter what. The son started hating his sister because of this fact.
The son would argue with her once or twice in a while for the money to spend, and this resulted in their already weak relationship worsening. Her son started to maintain his distance from her and her daughter.
Some months later, her son left for college, for which he had to take a loan. The daughter went to work for a private firm, which didn’t pay her well enough. The mother was left all alone with herself and her maid.
One day, a phone call was made to the son and the daughter that stated that the police had recovered the dead body of their murdered mother from their home. This left both siblings shocked, and they returned home.
Days later, after the funeral, the post-mortem report came, which confirmed that the mother was murdered. The police took the siblings and the maid into custody. They were questioned about everything, from her pension to her relationships with everyone.
After all the sessions, the police strongly suspected the son to be the killer. But there was no evidence to find him guilty. The least suspected was the daughter, as she maintained a good relationship with her mother.
The maid was asked for more brief sessions as she was the one who visited the house more often than the son and daughter in the time of tragedy.
Even after going through all these sessions, the police found it hard to catch the killer. To solve this case, the police checked and started to analyze all three suspects individually. There was no CCTV installed in or near their house.
Starting with the maid, they found that the maid was present in other houses for household chores at the time of tragedy. The son was not attending his classes, and the daughter was on medical leave from her job. The police called the siblings for another session.
The son stated that he had bunked the classes that day. The daughter, on the other hand, said she had a stomach ache that day, so she took a medical leave. The police confirmed that the siblings did not come home that day.
The maid was now the prime suspect for the police. The police called the house owner of the house where the maid was working at the time of the murder. After going through the session, the police could not find any evidence that proved that the maid was the killer.
After so many sessions and call-ups, the police took out the call details of the siblings. There was one number that was dialed more than the other numbers in the son’s call logs. There was a similar number in the call logs for the daughter. Both numbers were different.
The police called the son first, as he was the prime suspect from the beginning. The son stated that the number was his girlfriend’s. He talked to her a lot and was hoping to marry her. The police let go of the son upon knowing this.
Just as the son was leaving, a man came to the police station to talk to the police. That man identified himself as the milkman at the neighbor’s house. The milkman told the police that when he was leaving the neighbor’s house, he saw a man with his face covered go to his mother’s house. That came from a taxi.
The police searched the area for the taxi, and they found it. The taxi driver stated that he picked up that man from the railway station. The man was not covering his face at that time. With the help of the railway station’s CCTV footage, the police were able to identify that man.
That man was identified as the boyfriend of the daughter. The daughter was summoned to the police station for a brief session right away. The daughter stated that she was struggling with money as her boyfriend was not earning well either.
The daughter accepted that she sent him to kill her mother so that she could later take the whole pension for herself and her boyfriend. She even stated that she considered never marrying him, as then she would not get the full pension for herself.
The son was shocked to learn that his sister was behind all this.
Greed can sometimes become so cruel that it makes you do things you will never recover from. Even though the daughter had a strong relationship with her mother and got more money than her brother from her mother, it was never enough for her.
This tragic story teaches us that being materialistic can never be healthy. The more money we have, the more we crave it. Never let these things control you so that you become someone you never want to be.
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Lost in the Labyrinth
London, a city renowned for its captivating landmarks and rich historical heritage, had captivated me with its irresistible charm. As an eager and curious tourist, I embarked on a thrilling adventure to explore this vibrant metropolis in the company of my parents. Little did I anticipate that this expedition would lead me through an unforeseen and adrenaline-inducing incident.
Under the glorious rays of a radiant morning sun, we ventured out to immerse ourselves in the bustling streets of London. Our itinerary brimmed with visits to esteemed sites like Tower Bridge, Buckingham Palace, and the illustrious British Museum. An air of anticipation enveloped us as we delved into the grandeur of each location. However, as the day wore on and weariness settled in, we found ourselves rushing to catch the underground metro.
With a sense of urgency, my father cautioned us, “We’re running behind schedule; walk swiftly, or we might face an hour-long wait.” Being the youngest among us, I shouldered the burden of our luggage, grappling to keep pace with my parents’ brisk stride. Upon reaching the platform, we discovered that the train had already arrived, its doors sliding shut just as I neared. A profound sense of dread gripped my heart as I witnessed the heart-wrenching scene unfold before my eyes—my mother desperately pounding on the closed doors, tears streaming down her face, while my father wore a nervous yet reassuring expression.
Panic seized me as the weight of being alone in a bustling city overwhelmed my senses. Anxious thoughts raced through my mind, my heart pounded with trepidation, and my mouth turned dry with fear. However, I summoned every ounce of courage within me, resolved to locate my parents. Retracing my steps, I meticulously scanned the train route. Despite the looming threat of fear and worry, I steadfastly refused to succumb to their grasp.
Summoning my faltering determination, I approached a nearby police officer, my voice trembling as I explained my distressing predicament. The officer, displaying unwavering dedication, offered reassurance and promptly initiated a search for my parents. Minutes stretched into interminable hours, yet the officer’s unwavering persistence and unwavering commitment provided a glimmer of hope in the darkness of uncertainty.
Finally, a breakthrough occurred—an incoming phone call from a compassionate couple who had come across my distressed parents, scouring the city in a desperate quest to find their lost child. Relief surged through me as the officer relayed the heartwarming news. Reunited at last, tears of joy cascaded down our cheeks as we embraced tightly, grateful for our safety and the kindness of strangers. London, with all its magnificence, had not only presented an unexpected challenge but also illuminated the indomitable spirit of resilience that resided within us.
From that moment onward, each step I took in London held profound significance as I clung to my parents’ hands, cherishing the adventure and cherishing the unbreakable bond that held us together. The incident served as a poignant reminder of the significance of remaining close, both physically and emotionally, in the vast tapestry of life’s unpredictable moments. Amidst London’s labyrinthine streets, I discovered the enduring strength of our connection and the empowering force of resilience that guided us back to one another.