Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)
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“A passionate writer who loves to express feelings through words. I write about love, life, emotions, and untold stories. Hope you enjoy reading my thoughts. Thank you for your support!”
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When the Last Train Left Without Him
The train station was nearly empty, except for the soft hum of an old ceiling fan and the distant whistle of an approaching train. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson — a sight she would have loved.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)5 months ago in Motivation
Whispers Beneath the Rain
The rain had returned, soft and steady, just like that day five years ago. Evelyn sat alone on the same wooden bench at Willow Park, her black coat soaked at the shoulders. Her fingers clutched a small notebook — the one James had given her on her birthday before everything changed.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)5 months ago in Motivation
The Last Voice Message
It had been 219 days since he died, but Eliza still played his voice message every night before she went to sleep. It wasn’t even anything extraordinary. Just a thirty-second message from a man running late. “Hey love, I’m stuck in traffic, but I’ll be home soon. Save me some of that pasta, alright? Love you.”
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Motivation
The Letter She Never Sent
It had been five years since Anna left the small coastal town of Bellmere, but the sound of the sea still echoed in her heart. Every time the wind blew against her apartment window in the city, she remembered the soft breeze that danced through the old willow trees outside her childhood home.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Motivation
"A Cup of Tea for the Soul"
In the heart of a noisy, modern city stood a small, forgotten tea shop — "Kiran’s Chai Ghar." Nestled between glass towers and fast-food chains, it looked out of place. The wooden boards were chipped, the windows fogged, and the paint was fading. But inside, it smelled of fresh cardamom, old books, and peace.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Lifehack
The Last Gift
Samantha sat by the hospital bed, her fingers gently holding her grandfather’s wrinkled hand. The room was quiet except for the slow, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. She had never imagined this moment would come so soon, or that it would be this hard.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Motivation
"A Letter From Heaven"
A Letter From Heaven Daniel sat alone in his childhood bedroom, now mostly empty except for a dusty bookshelf, an old bed, and the framed photo of his mother smiling beside him on his 10th birthday. He was now 28. A grown man. But grief had a way of making even the strongest feel like a child again.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Motivation
"A Letter to My Mother"
Ali had made it. After years of struggling, he had finally achieved what he dreamed of. A successful engineer now, working in one of the top companies, with a handsome salary, a new apartment, and a car he once admired from a distance.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Motivation
The Window Across the Street"
Eleanor was eighty-two, and the silence in her apartment had become a companion she neither liked nor despised—it simply was. Since Harold passed away three years ago, the world had grown quiet. Not just around her, but inside her too.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Motivation
“The Old Man and the Red Balloon”
On the edge of a quiet town, where time seemed to move a little slower, lived an old man named Henry. He was the kind of man who had lived many lives in one—once a soldier, later a baker, then a widower, and now just Henry, the quiet figure in a brown overcoat who walked every morning to the park with a cane and a sigh.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Clock
The clock had been on the wall of Eleanor's cottage for as long as anyone could remember. A large, wooden timepiece with golden Roman numerals, it ticked with a sound that seemed to echo memories, like the house itself was breathing through time.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Lifehack
"The Weight Behind His Smile"
Mr. Collins was always smiling. Every morning at Westbrook High, he'd stand at the main entrance wearing his faded cap and school uniform, greeting each student with a cheerful "Good morning!" His voice was warm, his eyes kind, and his shoes—well, they’d clearly seen better days.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Education
