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Blossoming in Our Own Time
A few years ago, I stumbled upon a book by Rich Karlgaard called Late Bloomers, The Power of Patience In A World Obsessed With Early Achievement. The title struck a chord with me, like an unexpected harmony that makes you pause and listen. I consider myself a late bloomer—a term Merriam-Webster describes as “someone who becomes successful, attractive, etc., at a later time in life than other people.” Apparently, I’m not alone; many people share this sentiment.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Arjun and Meera. AI-Generated.
In the bustling city of Bengaluru, where skyscrapers stood tall and the hustle never seemed to end, lived Arjun—a dedicated software engineer who was always available. His phone would buzz with emails and messages at all hours, and he prided himself on never missing a call or turning down a request. This constant availability had earned him accolades at work, but it also led to a growing sense of burnout and discontent.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Healing Journey of Anaya
In the bustling city of Bengaluru, where the modern meets the traditional, lived a young woman named Anaya. At 24, Anaya had a promising career in digital marketing, but her vibrant life was overshadowed by a series of health issues that seemed to have no end. She was diagnosed with PCOD at 22, migraines followed soon after, and frequent fainting spells became her new norm. Visits to multiple doctors only resulted in an endless list of medications.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Art of Self-Love
In the heart of urban Mumbai, amidst the bustling streets and vibrant life, lived Aakash. A successful software engineer by day and a painter by night, Aakash had everything that seemed perfect from the outside. Yet, inside, he was constantly battling a sense of emptiness and an insatiable need for validation.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Echoes of Father's Love
In a cozy house nestled in the heart of Mumbai, a young girl named Ayesha grew up surrounded by love and laughter. Ayesha, the youngest of three sisters, was her parents' precious jewel. She was especially close to her Abbu, Imran, whose presence in her life was like a warm, constant embrace. Every Sunday, Imran would take Ayesha and her sisters, Zara and Noor, for delightful picnics in the nearby park.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
SOARING ABOVE, ROOTED BELOW: EMBRACING OUR GIFTS
Once upon a time, in a vibrant village nestled between lush green fields and shimmering streams, there lived two brothers—Fowl, a sturdy chicken, and Dove, a graceful bird. They were not just brothers by birth; they were the best of friends, sharing laughter and dreams as they explored the countryside together. Every day brought new adventures, filled with discoveries that sparked their imaginations.
By Sam Jethro about a year ago in Fiction
The Journey to My Wife's Heart
Three years ago, if you’d asked me, "Can you cook?" my answer would’ve been a sheepish, “Umm... I can make Maggie” And even that was hit or miss—either overcooked or too watery. Life was simple and uncomplicated until I got married.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
THE HEART OF THE JUNGLE; THE ROAR OF THE TRUE KING
In a time long before humans roamed the earth, the jungle was a vast and vibrant expanse filled with a rich tapestry of creatures. Towering trees stretched high into the sky, their branches forming a lush canopy that filtered sunlight onto the forest floor. Colorful birds flitted about, chattering cheerfully, while small animals scurried through the underbrush, each playing their part in the great circle of life.
By Sam Jethro about a year ago in Fiction
The Return
The river ran backwards on the day the queen vanished. Salmon, previously swimming against the current to spawn, confused, turned and swam the other way. In the bright forest, leaves drifted upwards, eddied by small currents of wind as startled deer, squirrel, and other wildlife froze in place, lifting noses or beaks in an effort to sniff out the source of danger. Furred, tufted, and feathered ears tilted to listen. Almost as one, thousands of eyes turned toward the hill where sat Castle Cardomom.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Fiction
The Queen's Absence
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. That was not the strangest part of the day. One of the Queen's handmaidens was a daughter of the sea-god, after all, and water reacted to her emotions. Pelegia - all of the Royal handmaidens, really - got twitchy when the Queen was endangered.
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Fiction
