Nirupam Kushwaha
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Just a storyteller chasing emotions through words. I write what I feel and feel what I write — from lost time to untold memories. ✨
Stories (5)
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A 2-Minute Conversation That Changed My Entire Life
I still remember the coffee shop. It wasn’t fancy — chipped paint, slightly burnt coffee, too-loud indie music in the background. But it was familiar. The kind of place that feels like a pause button on life.
By Nirupam Kushwaha 6 months ago in Humans
The Weight Of Silence
A Journey Through Doubt to Self-Discovery I was 28 when I realized I’d been living someone else’s life. It wasn’t a dramatic revelation—no thunderclaps or epiphanies in the rain. It was quieter, heavier, like a stone settling in my chest. I was sitting in my cubicle, staring at a spreadsheet that seemed to mock me with its endless rows of numbers. The hum of the air conditioner, the clatter of keyboards, and the occasional laugh from a colleague down the hall—it all felt like a world I didn’t belong to.
By Nirupam Kushwaha 6 months ago in Men
The Whispering Woods
The Whispering Woods I’m Jamie, nineteen, and I’ve never been one for spooky stories. Growing up in a sleepy little town tucked against the edge of the Blackwood Forest, I figured most of the tales—ghosts in the trees, voices in the wind—were just old folks trying to keep us kids from wandering too far. But that changed last summer, when the forest started whispering my name.
By Nirupam Kushwaha 6 months ago in Chapters
The Star Chaser Girl
The Star Chaser Girl Lena was sixteen, all knees and nerves, the sort of kid who’d shimmy up onto her roof just to pretend she was somewhere else—anywhere but this dead-end place. She’d perch up there, sneakers dangling over the edge, neck craned so long at the stars she’d end up with a crick for days. Those weren’t just pinpricks of light to her, nah—they were escape routes, secret doors, possibilities. Her old man used to say she had a head jammed with wild ideas, but he’d been gone a while now, and her mom—well, she was busting her butt at the diner, barely keeping the fridge humming. Stuff like space camp? College? That was rich-kid territory. Not in the cards for a girl like Lena.
By Nirupam Kushwaha 6 months ago in Earth
The Day I Walked Away to Find Myself
I didn’t pack a bag. I didn’t write a long goodbye text. I didn’t even take my charger. I just slipped my phone onto airplane mode, put it face down on the table, and walked out of my apartment like the place was holding its breath and I was finally letting it exhale.
By Nirupam Kushwaha 6 months ago in Humans
