Shohel Rana
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As a professional article writer for Vocal Media, I craft engaging, high-quality content tailored to diverse audiences. My expertise ensures well-researched, compelling articles that inform, inspire, and captivate readers effectively.
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The Book Beneath the Bed
Tariq was not a reader. In fact, books bored him. He much preferred video games, action movies, or simply riding his bike through the neighborhood with his friends. So when his mom asked him to clean his grandfather's old room after he passed away, he sighed, shrugged, and said, “Fine.”
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Poets
The Book That Changed Her World
It was a rainy Thursday afternoon when Mia found herself hiding from gym class in the back corner of the school library. She wasn’t particularly fond of dodgeballs or team sports. Her comfort zone was silence and solitude, far away from the chaos of bouncing balls and shouting kids. That day, though, she stumbled upon something unexpected — a book with a cracked spine and faded cover titled “The Girl Who Saw the Wind.”
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Fiction
In Her Voice
I remembered my own name for the first time when I heard her sing. It was in the college auditorium—dull lights, soft whispers, a sense of apprehensive expectation. The music recital, an annual event, had just begun, and I, a second-year student of classical vocal music, had taken my seat in the back row. I had come for the music, I had told myself. But when she took the stage, there was nothing else.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Poets
Borrowed Time
It was at the hospital café, somewhere between bland coffee and waiting room silence, that Noah first saw her. She was laughing — not the polite kind, but real, head-thrown-back laughter that made him pause in the middle of stirring sugar into his tea. In a place built on uncertainty, she looked like certainty.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Poets
The Umbrella He Left
It started with rain. Not the soft kind that taps politely on rooftops. This was the kind that soaked you in seconds and made every step feel like walking through memories. Ava had forgotten her umbrella that morning. Life had been like that lately — scattered, soggy around the edges.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Poets
