Friendship
Holi Through a Feminist Lens: Embracing Celebration Without Compromise
To add to the overall vivid hues, individuals are seen splattering tinted water balloons, squirting one another with flute-sized syringes (pichkaris) filled with coloured liquid, and spreading rainbow colours on one another as Holi morning breaks. The festival's essence and core content is bringing joy, color, and hope to everyone. As a result, the celebration is carnivalesque and colourful due to its mythological, spiritual, cultural, and social appropriation. However, the romantic portrayal of Holi is not the same as how many women feel it. The fact that some males disregard moral and social boundaries in their celebration of the event is upsetting.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Confessions
The Day We Went to a Spa
Little Girl… This is also a small incident that happened about twelve years ago… At that time, I was working in a branch around Kandy… The tourism industry was the main industry in the area… I was the loan officer at that branch then…. In those days, a new loan scheme was introduced by the bank for small and medium scale industries… I went to Colombo for basic training and was given a target of 100,000 rupees… I was so happy…
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Confessions
Whispers in the Dark "A Railway Station Love Story"
**Part 1: The Arrival** The city's central railway station was a hive of frenetic energy, a labyrinth where stories collided, enmeshed in the rhythmic clanging of steel and human voices. Among the travelers, a figure stood out—a young woman named Lyra, with fiery red hair cascading down her back and a glimmer of determination in her emerald eyes. She was an aspiring journalist, fearless and driven, with a penchant for the underground and a nose for stories hidden in the shadows.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN11 months ago in Confessions
The Truth Behind the Mirror
A hidden secret that has shaped a life. Lily Walker had always been the quiet one in the group, a listener rather than a talker. She enjoyed the comfort of her own thoughts, the solace of being alone with her books and the music that echoed in her mind. But behind the calm exterior, there was a truth she had never shared with anyone.
By SHAKIB11 months ago in Confessions
How I Survived Social Anxiety
Let me take you back to a moment I’ll never forget. I was at a work event, standing in a circle of coworkers, nodding along to a conversation I wasn’t even following. Someone asked me a question, and my brain buffered! I stammered something incoherent, felt my face turn the color of a fire hydrant, and promptly made an excuse to leave.
By Zamiee11 months ago in Confessions
The Role of a Mother
The Love That Ruptured the Blood Vessels - The Role of a Mother Love is a complex and multifaceted emotion that holds the power to shape our lives in ways we can't always explain. Of all the varieties of love that we experience in life, the relationship between mother and child is among the closest and strongest, This is more than just being in love.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Confessions
Promises by the Shore
The salty breeze rustled through the palm trees, weaving its way to Mia’s sun-kissed skin as she stood at the edge of the shoreline, the waves gently lapping at her feet. Every summer since she was a child, she had visited the small coastal town of Coral Bay, a place that felt like home amidst the chaos of her busy life in the city. This year, however, everything felt different. As she breathed in the salty air, her heart weighed heavy with memories.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN11 months ago in Confessions
Unwritten
I notice everything about him. How his fingers tap idly against his desk, the way his eyes flicker with thought before he speaks, how his voice changes depending on who he’s talking to—soft with teachers, teasing with his friends, hesitant when answering in class.
By Ezria Caelis.11 months ago in Confessions
Shattered Love
Part One: The Beginning In the small, picturesque town of Maplewood, where the leaves painted the streets bright hues of orange and gold each autumn, a love story was about to unfold. Samantha James, a bright-eyed art student with dreams as vivid as the canvases she painted, had always believed in the power of love. Little did she know that her heart would soon dance with the shadows of a darkness she couldn't fathom.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN11 months ago in Confessions
Whispers of the Heart
In the picturesque village of Larkspur, nestled amid rolling hills and blooming wildflowers, lived a beautiful girl named Aanya. With her deep, expressive eyes and laugh that could light up the darkest of days, she was the heartbeat of her village. Although she lived a modest life, tending to her family’s small farm, her spirit was as vibrant as the sunflowers that danced in the fields.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN11 months ago in Confessions
