Jai Singh

Joined February 2025

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The flight of dreams and the chains of reality
This is an interesting and challenging story, in which the protagonist has to struggle between his reality and dreams. The story depicts creative risks, self-reformation and a deep message.
By Jai Singh10 months ago in BookClub
The Last Letter
The Last Letter "Papa, whose suitcase is this?" I asked, dusting off Grandpa's old leather bag that had been lying in the attic for the past 20 years. Dad answered without raising his head, "Grandpa's... He never opened it. He fled with everything in it after Partition." The lock of the suitcase was rusted, but something was rattling inside. My fingers felt a small key, hidden in the lining of the suitcase. The key opened the lock of the suitcase. Inside was an iron box, inscribed with "Malhanpur, 1947." The box contained three keys, a sealed envelope, and a black-and-white photograph. In the photo, Grandpa was standing in front of a ruined mansion in his youth. There was a dark stain on the ground near his feet... blood perhaps? It was written on the envelope: *"Whoever reads this will open the third mansion in Malhanpur, where the truth is buried. – Karan Singh"* "Karan Singh? Grandfather's name was Amar Singh!" I was shocked. It took six months to get the visa. As soon as I set foot on the land of Malhanpur, a village in Pakistan, my heart started pounding. The villagers were surprised: "Why has someone from India come here?" An elderly Sikh who stayed behind after Partition said: “That haveli is still in ruins… people say ghosts live there.”
By Jai Singh10 months ago in Horror
Until we unite again
Until we unite again The annual festival of that small town was filled with the fragrance of saffron and the light of diyas. Rohan, whose fingers were always stained with aquarelle, was standing in a corner of the fair, busy capturing the moonlight on his canvas. As his brush was touching the sky with blue and white colours, a voice echoed from the stage—*"Chal base kisi aise gaon, jahan dhoop bhi tere naam se aaye..."* The voice was so soft that Rohan's brush stopped in the air. Anaya, wrapped in a white churidaar kurta, was sitting on the stage, playing the strings of the sitar. Her eyes were closed, but there was a restless smile on her lips... as if she was waiting for someone in the lyrics of the song.
By Jai Singh10 months ago in Chapters
"A dream: When my son will bowl for Team India"
"A dream: When my son will bowl for Team India" In the deep darkness of the night, when the whole house was fast asleep, I was quietly sitting on my chair and dreaming a dream—a dream that was not in my eyes, but in my heart.
By Jai Singh10 months ago in Chapters
Distances are no longer tolerable
In the glamorous life of the city, where everyone was busy in their own race, the love story of Aarav and Siya was flowing in a different stream. Both studied in the same college, when did friendship turn into love, no one knew. But fate does not always make love stories easy.
By Jai Singh10 months ago in Humans
Two buds and a dream
Two buds and a dream Aayushi was proud of her 2 lakh Instagram followers. During the college fest, she clicked a beautiful picture with two rose buds and uploaded it on her Instagram.
By Jai Singh10 months ago in Fiction
The old diary
That old diary While cleaning the attic of my grandmother's house, I found an old wooden box. A dusty, worn-out box, containing a worn-out diary, yellowed envelopes and a faded black-and-white photograph. In the photograph, grandmother was standing with an unknown young man in her youth. There was a strange sadness in her eyes…
By Jai Singh10 months ago in Chapters
Matchmaking and Arranged marriage
Matchmaking and Arranged Marriage: How two strangers come closer. Sumit and Priya first met through their families. Sumit was a software engineer and Priya a school teacher. Their marriage was arranged by their parents as per the usual arranged marriage process.
By Jai Singh10 months ago in Marriage
First Meeting
First Meeting When Aarav's train stopped at a small station at three in the night, he was greeted by a light shower of rain. The weather was cold and the sky was covered with light clouds. He looked at the clock—it was about to be four in the morning. He slung his bag over his shoulder and came out of the platform. The station was deserted, only a tea vendor was preparing to open his stall.
By Jai Singh10 months ago in Geeks
Who was she?
Who was she? At one o'clock in the night, when the whole city was fast asleep, Aditya was driving his car on the highway at a high speed. It was dark all around, only the headlights of his car were illuminating the road. Suddenly, a girl wearing a white saree was seen standing on the side of the road.
By Jai Singh10 months ago in Fiction
"The melody of scattered dreams"
"The melody of scattered dreams" Amarpur was situated far away from the crowd of the city, where even today old stories breathed in the soil. Anamika was born in this village, a girl who had dreams, but the walls of society and circumstances stood in the way of fulfilling them.
By Jai Singh10 months ago in Motivation
Stubbornness is also important
Stubbornness is also important Stubbornness—a word that is often considered a symbol of stubbornness, but if this stubbornness is used in the right direction, it can change a person's destiny. This is the story of Aarav, who not only fulfilled his dreams with his stubbornness, but also taught his family and society that sometimes stubbornness is also necessary.
By Jai Singh10 months ago in Motivation