Stream of Consciousness
The Bench by the Pond.
God told me to go and sit. It wasn’t loud. No thunder or shaking walls. Just a soft, still nudge early in the morning at 5:28. I woke up with a sound playing in my head…. a tune I couldn’t quite place but it kept bugging me. I prayed at 6. Had a chat with Mummy. And while we were talking, the sound kept looping in the back of my mind like a song that won’t be quiet until it’s been sung.
By Test6 months ago in Confessions
The Viral Morning Routine Everyone Is Talking About—Does It Really Work?
You’ve seen the videos. A guy wakes up at 5 a.m., drinks something green, runs 10 miles, journals like a monk, and somehow has deep life clarity before sunrise. Social media makes it look effortless, aesthetic, and borderline superhuman.
By Kamran Zeb6 months ago in Confessions
Going Viral: The Dark Psychology Behind Online Fame
It starts with a ping. A sudden spike in views, an influx of likes, a flurry of comments from strangers across the world. You’ve gone viral. For a moment, you feel untouchable—validated, important, seen. But beneath that glittering surface, something darker is brewing.
By Kamran Zeb6 months ago in Confessions
Life After Summer
Life After Summer It always begins with the wind. That soft, familiar shift in the air — when the summer heat starts to loosen its grip, and evenings become kinder. It’s not quite autumn yet, but the world begins to cool, slowly, almost thoughtfully. Just like she had.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
Don’t Forget to Check on the Strong Ones
They say I’m the strong one. The dependable one. The one you call when you need to cry, need a ride, need advice, need anything. I’ve worn that label like armor for as long as I can remember. “You’re so resilient,” they tell me. “You always seem to have it all together.” And I smile. Nod. Offer reassurance.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Confessions
Long Distance Love Letter for Her
My Dearest Love, It’s past midnight here. The world outside is still, but inside me, it’s anything but quiet. I lie here thinking about you, about us, and the space between our worlds. It’s funny how someone so far away can still feel closer than the people around me.
By Jawad Ali6 months ago in Confessions
Pauline Kael
She would have hated my first short film,” Sami said, staring at the dust-covered DVD. It was late — 2:42 a.m. The air was heavy with chai and memories. The living room lights were dimmed, except for the glow of his laptop screen, where he had opened an old folder named “KHUWAAB.”
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
The Letter I Never Sent
I wrote your name a hundred times on the envelope, but never found the courage to seal it. The letter sat there — on the corner of my desk, in the back of my drawer, beneath books I no longer read — like a memory that wouldn’t fade, only yellow. It began as a whisper in my mind, a soft “I miss you,” barely spoken aloud. Over the years, that whisper grew into a roar of regrets, and I poured them into ink, hoping the page could hold what my heart never dared to share.
By The Pen of Farooq 6 months ago in Confessions
