Stories Matter
Stories Matter
— a quiet spark, a fleeting chance, a heartbeat remembered It was a typical sunny Friday afternoon. I was nestled in my usual corner at a café, immersed in research for my thesis on environmental studies. My fingers were racing across the keyboard when the doorbell above the café chimed. I instinctively looked up—and froze. […]
Bhavya’s life was a complex tapestry woven with intricate threads of destiny. Every moment, every decision, and every encounter seemed to whisper the age-old adage: “What’s meant to be will be.” Raised in a loving family, she was the apple of her father’s eye, treated like a princess, while her mother was the queen of
Dear Beloved, As I rummaged through the attic for some old newspaper sheets, I was transported to a different world. Memories of the past flooded me, and a wave of nostalgia swept over me. Each dusty box and faded trinket seemed to whisper stories of days gone by, stirring feelings I thought were long buried.
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold love story inside you,” quoted Shilpa, recalling Maya Angelou’s famous words. A wave of relief washed over her as she finally confessed her hidden love for Sagar. It all began six years ago when some old school friends decided to form a WhatsApp group. Though not