Holiday
The Dork Magik
The Dork Magik The rain fell in a drizzle, the sky over New York that day was cloudy and melancholic. Emily sat by her apartment window, sipping from her coffee mug. Outside, people hurried along the streets with umbrellas over their heads, and the wet pavement glistened in the light. Emily's mood was as heavy as the weather. The monotonous office work, the city's clamor—everything combined to bring a kind of weariness to her.
By MD Mehedi Hasan fans of Alam Sir.9 months ago in Fiction
Mena-Raju and the Case of the Missing Ilish
Setting: In the quiet riverside village of Shonargram, life is simple. The morning breeze carries the call of the muezzin, fishermen cast nets in the river Padma, and children run barefoot through jute fields. But peace is often short-lived when Mena and Raju, the village’s most curious duo, are around.
By sadhin khan9 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Boom of Solo Travel
What was earlier perceived as a risky or disconnected touring experience for persons, solo travel has become one of the fastest-growing tourist industries. Moving into 2025, solo travel is one of the popular options among travelers, particularly the women and Gen Z, who come in for a self-chosen interest, and no external pressure.
By Zulie Ranes9 months ago in Fiction
Elevate Your Life
The Turning Point: A Journey to a Better Self" Arman Ahmed was a 27-year-old graphic designer working in a mid-level advertising firm in Lahore. From the outside, his life seemed decent: a stable job, a small circle of friends, and an apartment in a peaceful neighborhood. But inside, Arman felt a quiet storm brewing. He often woke up tired, struggled with motivation, and spent hours scrolling through social media, comparing his life to others’. Deep down, he knew something was missing. He wasn’t unhappy—but he wasn’t fulfilled either.
By Muhammad Shayan Khan9 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Velvet Sky
Elara had always heard the stars. Long before she could spell her name, she’d sit outside her grandmother’s cottage in the village of Virelle, wrapped in a shawl, listening. While other children chased fireflies and shouted through the dusk, Elara tilted her face toward the sky, still and silent. It wasn’t just beauty she found there, but something deeper. A rhythm. A murmur. As if the stars were breathing ancient secrets into the night.
By Love of mom9 months ago in Fiction
At 40, I Finally Learned How to Be Happy
Turning 40 was a revelation. For years, I chased happiness like it was a destination—something I’d find once I had the perfect job, relationship, or bank balance. But when I hit 40, something shifted. I stopped running and started embracing a quieter, deeper kind of joy. Happiness, I learned, isn’t about getting everything right; it’s about redefining what matters. Here’s what changed to make 40 the year I finally cracked the code on being happy.
By David Andrews9 months ago in Fiction









