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Life Is Like a River: Its Nature Is to Keep Flowing
Life, in its essence, is a continuous journey — ever-changing, ever-evolving, and ever-flowing like a river. The comparison between life and a river is both poetic and profound. Just as a river begins as a small stream and gradually grows, meandering through various terrains, so does life start from infancy, flowing through childhood, youth, adulthood, and eventually old age. It encounters challenges, obstacles, and beautiful moments along the way, but the most important thing is motion—the flow.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy8 months ago in Families
The Day Silence Screamed
A Village of Quiet Faces In a faraway valley hidden between gray hills and quiet rivers, there was a village called Meerabad a place so silent that even the wind moved softly. The people there lived with zipped lips, cautious hearts, and eyes full of unspoken thoughts. Children played without laughter, weddings had no music, and even tears were wiped away quietly.
By Muhammad Hayat8 months ago in Families
When Rain Sang Her Name
The Girl Who Heard the Rain In a small village surrounded by forest and fog, there lived a 14-year-old girl named Lyra. She was quiet, thoughtful, and always carried a notebook. People in the village said she was strange because she liked to sit outside when it rained.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Families
The Shadow That Wore My Smile
Everyone at school thought Zara was the happiest girl in the world. She had the brightest smile, laughed the loudest, and was always there to help others. Teachers adored her, classmates wanted to be around her, and her Instagram was full of cheerful photos and perfect moments.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Families
Whispers Behind the Clock
In the heart of an old town, where the streets still held the scent of rain and forgotten memories, stood a lonely house. Inside that house, on a dusty wall, hung an antique grandfather clock tall, wooden, and silent. Its hands hadn't moved in years, yet it stood like a quiet witness to everything that happened within those walls.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Families
The Hands That Never Rested
In a quiet town near the hills, lived a woman named Asha. She was a mother of three—two boys and a girl. Her home was small, her clothes were simple, and her hands were always busy. But her heart? It was huge—filled with endless love for her children.
By Nihal Khan9 months ago in Families
The Invisible Bond
Elena absentmindedly stirred her espresso by the cafe window. Outside, the rain that had been falling relentlessly for three days blurred the streets of Paris, transforming the city into a watercolor painting. Droplets clung to the windowpane, fracturing the city lights into prismatic shards. She glanced at her watch—10:30 AM. Late again. The antique bracelet on her wrist tingled faintly, the one she never removed.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy10 months ago in Families
Love Has No Victory or Defeat, Only Unfinished Stories
The cafe was quiet, save for the soft hum of the espresso machine and the occasional clink of a spoon against porcelain. Riya sat by the window, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup, lost in thought. The rain outside blurred the city lights into streaks of gold and red, a perfect reflection of the chaos inside her heart.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy10 months ago in Families






