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I want to see a ladybird once. Not in pictures, not in the soft, polished way they talk about them. I want to see it crawl. Feel the...

The city hums, its pulse beating in electric veins. Skyscrapers stretch, their glass faces catching fleeting moments— a thousand lives...

The light filters through the window, soft and golden, spilling onto the table where a chipped mug sits beside an open book. The pages...

Amidst the tapestry of the sky, where the sun’s radiance is veiled by a quilt of gray, there exists a beauty that is often overlooked—the...

On that day, a hush fell upon the world we built together, as if the very air held its breath, reluctant to disturb the fragile balance...

It seems like the world has come to a halt. Still, the heart races faster than it ever did. The uncertainty, the blurred visions, and the...

I usually write early in the morning. I think it’s my inspiration hour. I was recently thinking why do I not write as much as I used to...

This Saturday morning I woke up early. Trust me, 6 am on a weekend IS pretty early. As my feet touched the cold tiles on the floor, I...

I hear all these people screaming with joy. I can see how everyone’s face is beaming with excitement and joy thinking about their life...

It’s a very short word, but has the power to shake everything. I guess the choices we make don’t just alter our days, but have the power...