(Pic courtesy:Google.com) This is a tender poem that captures the innocence of youth and the bittersweet feeling of time passing. It reflects on childhood memories — the laughter, the simplicity, the wonder — and how, even though life has moved… Read More ›
Hello dear friends, I hope this blog finds you in a cheerful mood. Today’s writing prompt is fascinating, as it invites us to reflect deeply on those moments when we’ve felt “out of place.” The question reads: “Tell us about… Read More ›
When I was a little boy, the mirror wasn’t just glass—it was magic. मैं शीशे में खुद को अलग-अलग angles से निहारता था।कभी अपने बाल संवारता, कभी शक्लें बनाता,कभी रसोई में पड़े थाली की चमक मेंअपना चेहरा देखकर हँस देता।… Read More ›
The Ripple of Kindness Hello dear friends, I hope this blog finds you in a cheerful mood. Today’s writing prompt brought a warm smile to my face. The question—“Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone”—is simple… Read More ›
🍒The Litchi That Missed the Flight Two days ago, I returned to my native place, Patna. As part of my morning routine, I decided to go for a walk in the nearby park. On my way there, I noticed something… Read More ›
Let this story be a prayer for redemption. The sun had barely risen, casting long shadows across the village crematorium, where a crowd had silently gathered. The air was thick—not with the smoke from the pyre yet, but with a… Read More ›
This is a touching poem about time, memories, and the simple joys of later life. It draws inspiration from everyday moments and the wisdom gained over the years, encouraging you to appreciate stillness, cherish happy memories, and enjoy a fulfilling… Read More ›
Hello dear friends, I hope this blog finds you in a cheerful and contemplative mood. Today’s writing prompt stirred my imagination like a ladle in a pot of rich, simmering curry:“If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite… Read More ›
Doctor: The Silent Hero The automatic doors of City General Hospital burst open as Dr. Raghav stepped in, slightly breathless, still dressed in his black ceremonial kurta, now dusted with ash. His phone had buzzed just as he was lighting… Read More ›
The Letter and the Barefoot Postman In the quiet village of Madhavpur, surrounded by lush fields and rustic charm, lived an old man fondly known as Mohan Kaka. For decades, he had walked the dusty lanes and narrow paths of… Read More ›
