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Indian festival Onam: A Celebration of Culture, Tradition, and Unity
**Onam: A Celebration of Culture, Tradition, and Unity** Onam is not just a festival but a grand celebration deeply rooted in the cultural fabric of Kerala, a southwestern state in India known for its lush landscapes, rich heritage, and vibrant traditions. It marks the homecoming of King Mahabali, a beloved mythical ruler whose reign was considered a golden era of prosperity and equality. This ten-day festival, typically falling in the month of August or September, brings together people of all communities to revel in joyous festivities, culinary delights, colorful decorations, and traditional art forms.
By Saira Praween2 years ago in Fiction
The Journey of a Thousand Steps
In a small, quiet village nestled in the hills, there lived a young woman named Lila. The village was serene, surrounded by lush green forests and clear, flowing rivers, a place where time seemed to stand still. Lila, with her bright eyes and warm smile, was known for her kindness and unwavering determination.
By Sara2 years ago in Fiction
Love in the Digital Age
Chapter 1: The Beginning Alex Thompson had always been a tech-savvy guy. Working as a software developer in a bustling city, he often found solace in the digital world. The real world, with its chaos and unpredictability, seemed far less appealing than the orderly, logical universe of code. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, Alex yearned for something real, something that could make his heart race and his soul sing.
By BALAJI VARADHARAJ2 years ago in Fiction
My Dual Existences on Another Planet!
Dr. Emily Parker had always found the secrets of quantum mechanics to be enthralling. She was a bright physicist at the vanguard of theoretical research, and she devoted many hours to thinking about the ramifications of alternate realities and parallel universes. In her messy laboratory, one rainy afternoon, she had an unexpected breakthrough.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
Anya's Secret Journey: Uncovering the Lost Athenaeum
Anya’s grandmother only took her to that place once· They had to claw their way through the bushes, her grandmother’s gnarled hand pushing aside branches and thorns while her other hand held Anya’s small, soft one· As an adult, Anya wondered how much that journey must have hurt her grandmother· Her swollen knees ached, and her bare feet surely protested every step of the way·
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispers of the Wild
Chapter 1: The Listener in Silence Elara has always had a strong bond with the natural environment. She used to get lost for hours in the woods behind her home as a youngster, studying both large and little animals.
By oussama arrafia2 years ago in Fiction
Eden Ablaze
“Confess your treachery, brother! Confess! Confess! For the greater good, confess!” My blade dances across the keeps stones as the castle burns beyond. My new Eden, devoured by the man for whom my heart beat. Drops of blood dot the stones of the tower floor. The end of our long crusade draws nearer and nearer as the sands of my brother’s hourglass empty.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
How to Save a Life
( "How to Save a Life" ) Step 1: You mention that we should speak. He walks, you say. Sit down and you just start talking.
By Olasunkanmi2 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted violin
In the core of the clamoring city of Verona, settled between a curious bookshop and a beguiling bistro, was a minuscule music store possessed by Mr. Lorenzo, a benevolent elderly person with a propensity for gathering intriguing instruments. Among his valued belongings was an old violin, supposed to be captivated. This violin had been in the store for quite a long time, immaculate, with a quality of secret encompassing it. One fresh fall day, a little kid named Elara meandered into the store. Elara was a skilled musician, however her family couldn't manage the cost of a good instrument, and she played on an exhausted violin that had been better. The second she ventured into the store, the charmed violin appeared to shout to her. Attracted to it, she asked Mr. Lorenzo about it. "That violin has a story," Mr. Lorenzo started, his eyes sparkling. "It was made by an expert luthier hundreds of years prior and is said to have otherworldly characteristics. It can intensify the feelings of the player, making the music charming and extraordinary. Notwithstanding, it has been quiet for a long time, trusting that the perfect individual will resurrect it. Interested, Elara inquired as to whether she could play it. Mr. Lorenzo delayed the slightest bit however at that point gestured, giving her the violin with a delicate grin. Elara took a full breath, set the violin under her jawline, and started to play. The second the bow contacted the strings, a warm, brilliant light wrapped the room. The music that moved from the violin was not normal for anything she had at any point played — rich, heartfelt, and loaded up with feeling. As she played, the world external the store appeared to change. Individuals passing by halted abruptly, attracted to the ethereal song. The leaves on the trees outside appeared to move, and the air felt accused of enchantment. Elara's heart expanded with satisfaction, and tears filled her eyes as she emptied her spirit into the music. At the point when she at last halted, the light blurred, and the world got back to business as usual. The spectators outside the store emitted into acclaim, and Elara, winded and astounded, went to Mr. Lorenzo. "You were intended to track down this violin," he said delicately. "Its sorcery answers your heart. Might you want to keep it? Elara's eyes enlarged. "Be that as it may, I can't manage the cost of it," she stammered. Mr. Lorenzo shook his head. "Think of it as a gift. The violin has picked you, and I accept you will do extraordinary things with it." Overpowered with appreciation, Elara acknowledged the violin. From that day on, she rehearsed energetically, her music contacting the hearts of every individual who heard it. She acted in shows, every one more supernatural than the last, and soon her name became known all over. Years after the fact, Elara got back to Mr. Lorenzo's store, presently a prestigious performer. She had utilized her distinction and fortune to help those out of luck, imparting the sorcery of her music to the world. Mr. Lorenzo, presently extremely old, grinned gladly at her. "You've gotten along nicely, Elara," he said. "The violin's enchantment is safe and sound." Yet again elara embraced the elderly person, saying thanks to him for his gift. As she left the store, violin close by, she knew that the genuine sorcery lay in the instrument, yet in the affection and energy she immersed her music, contacting hearts and changing lives any place she went.
By Taylor jones2 years ago in Fiction
Ferdinand: the gentle bull
In a large, green meadow near a busy ranch lived a bull named Ferdinand. Unlike the other bulls, who loved to fight and show off, Ferdinand was different. He had a kind heart and loved flowers. While the other bulls were busy brawling and kicking up dust, Ferdinand lay under the cork trees, smelling the flowers and dreaming of peaceful places.
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Fiction
All Cats Are Gray
An odd story, made up of oddly assorted elements that include a man, a woman, a black cat, a treasure—and an invisible being that had to be seen to be believed.
By Atsuko2 years ago in Fiction
A Girls Story
I knew a girl who saved money for marriage instead of spending her varsity life in comfort and fun. The girl was my roommate. This girl studying chemistry at Eden College used to get up every morning and walk from Green Road to Eden to save ten rupees. But if someone asked, he would say with a smile, "I was going to wrap up, so I walked." But I know that she is saving money for marriage despite starving.
By SHOZIB RAIHAN2 years ago in Fiction