Atif khurshaid
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The Day I Met a Future Version of Myself in a Train Station
I didn’t plan on taking the late train that night. I missed my original one, spilled coffee on my jacket, and honestly felt like the universe was punishing me for something I didn’t remember doing. The station was nearly empty—just a few scattered passengers lost in their own worlds.
By Atif khurshaidabout a month ago in Art
I Tried Living Like My Grandparents for a Week
My grandparents’ home has always felt different—as if the air moved slower inside it. No buzzing phones, no digital clutter, no rushing from one thing to the next. Just a gentle rhythm. I’d always wondered whether life was actually calmer back then or if nostalgia was tricking me. So I tried living like they did for an entire week.
By Atif khurshaidabout a month ago in Education
If I Missed That, I Would Have Never Achieved My Goal
The bus was late — again. It was one of those sticky, summer mornings when everything feels slow: the air, the clock, even your hope. My interview was at 8:00 sharp. The kind of job my parents would be proud of — stable, predictable, with benefits that sounded like a promise of safety.
By Atif khurshaid2 months ago in Art
The Last Day at School
It’s strange how a place can feel eternal until the moment you realize you’re leaving it. That morning, I walked through the school gates as I had every day for years — same blue uniform, same corridor smell of chalk and paper, same hum of laughter that echoed down the hallways. But everything felt different. It wasn’t the place that had changed — it was the knowledge that this was the last time I’d see it like this.
By Atif khurshaid3 months ago in Families
The First Knock of the Winter
There’s something sacred about the first knock of the winter. It doesn’t come with snow or wind at first — it arrives quietly, almost shyly, through a sudden chill in the air, a longer shadow on the wall, or the first time you wake up and see your breath in the morning light.
By Atif khurshaid3 months ago in Art
The Day I Decided the Universe Was Listening
For most of my life, I thought positive thinking was a polite way of denying reality. People who said “you attract what you believe” seemed to live in a fantasy world. Meanwhile, I was stuck in mine — overworked, underpaid, and constantly anxious. I wasn’t unhappy because I lacked things; I was unhappy because I believed I didn’t deserve more.
By Atif khurshaid3 months ago in Fiction
Bill Gates: The Mind That Changed the World
Few names in modern history are as synonymous with innovation, intellect, and influence as Bill Gates. For nearly five decades, his ideas have shaped not only the technology industry but also the way billions of people live, work, and connect. From a restless teenager in Seattle to a global philanthropist, Gates’ journey is one of relentless curiosity, strategic genius, and an evolving understanding of what it means to make a difference.
By Atif khurshaid3 months ago in Men
The Café That Waited for Love
The rain had been falling since morning, soft and unhurried, like the city itself had decided to move in slow motion. Inside Café Loraine, the windows fogged from the warmth of espresso and conversation, turning the world outside into a watercolor blur.
By Atif khurshaid3 months ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Road
We should have turned back when the GPS laughed. Not out loud, but in a digital way—recalculating, recalculating—until the calm British voice gained a brittle edge. “Proceed to the route,” it kept insisting. We were already on the route. The ocean was to our left, breathing. The hedgerows were to our right, closing in.
By Atif khurshaid3 months ago in Families
Passport to Nowhere
The driver hammered the bus horn like it owed him money, and the rain hammered Belgrade back with equal spite. Emma hustled across the platform, breath fogging, the straps of her backpack chewing her shoulders. She’d slept through two alarms at the hostel and nearly missed the night bus south. People say traveling solo makes you alert. It also makes you tired.
By Atif khurshaid3 months ago in Art
Goodbye, My Love
It had been five years since I’d last seen him. Five years since our last conversation ended in the kind of silence that says everything words can’t. And yet, when I saw him standing at the corner café — the same one where we used to meet after work — it was as if no time had passed at all.
By Atif khurshaid3 months ago in Marriage
