Holiday
Kamehameha Day. Content Warning.
Kamehameha Day A Celebration of Hawaiian Unification and Legacy Kamehameha Day, a dynamic public occasion noticed each June eleventh in the U.S. territory of Hawaii, recognizes the life and accomplishments of Ruler Kamehameha I, otherwise called Kamehameha the Incomparable. This day rises above a straightforward three day weekend; it's a social embroidery woven with profound regard for Hawaiian history, legacy, and the significant effect of a visionary chief.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanting Sands of Jaisalmer A Traveler's Guide. Content Warning.
Beyond the Thar Desert A Hidden Gem Revealed (The Bluebook to Jaisalmer) Jaisalmer, the "Golden City," sparkles in the midst of the huge Thar Desert in Rajasthan, India. Its sublime post, roosted on a brilliant sandstone slope, has stood sentinel for quite a long time, safeguarding a rich social legacy and design ponders. This dazzling city entices explorers with its immortal appeal, lively customs, and a feeling of experience.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
A Tourist's Guide to the Dubai Enchanting City. Content Warning.
Welcome to Dubai A City Where Dreams Take Flight Dubai, the crown gem of the Unified Middle Easterner Emirates, is a city dissimilar to some other. A stunning city that ascents from the desert sands, it consistently mixes modern high rises with rich Bedouin legacy. Here, transcending ponders like the Burj Khalifa penetrate the mists, while conventional dhow boats coast effortlessly across the turquoise waters of the Persian Inlet. Whether you desire heart-beating experience, rich guilty pleasure, or an enthralling social inundation, Dubai has something to light every longing for something new.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
The Life Story of a Squirrel In English . Content Warning.
The Tail of Pip A Squirrel's Chronicle The world was a haze of stirring leaves and dappled daylight when Pip initially aired out an eye. Brought into the world in the core of a transcending oak, settled among his kin in a comfortable drey, his reality was the glow of fur and the encouraging fragrance of his mom, Hazel. The initial not many weeks were a tornado of bungling efforts to nurture, fun loving nips at his kin, and the stifled hints of the backwoods separating through the woven twigs of their home.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Transmission
Maggie Harper remained at the edge of the broken down dock, the bone chilling breeze from Lake Prevalent gnawing through her fleece coat. She pulled the collar higher around her neck, her eyes fixed on the dim, uneven waters. This spot, the once-clamoring port town of Iron Safe house, had been deserted for quite a long time after the steel plant shut down, and presently it was a phantom town. Maggie had grown up here, however she never figured she would return — particularly not under these conditions.
By Nurul Afsar2 years ago in Fiction
ROMANCE ♥️
The autumn leaves fell gently, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over the small town of Brenton. Among the quiet streets and quaint houses, stood a little bookstore named "Eleanor's Haven," where stories found a second life and where people sought solace in words. Inside, amid the scent of old paper and fresh coffee, Emily Summers sat behind the counter, lost in her thoughts.Emily had inherited the bookstore from her grandmother, Eleanor, who had always believed that every book on the shelf held a piece of someone's soul. Emily cherished this belief, finding comfort in the stories that surrounded her. Yet, despite the warmth of the bookstore and the love she poured into it, a part of Emily felt incomplete, like a story waiting for its next chapter.One rainy afternoon, the bell above the door jingled, announcing the arrival of a customer. Emily looked up to see a man, drenched from the rain, shaking water from his coat. He was tall, with dark hair and a presence that filled the room. He smiled, and Emily felt a flicker of something she hadn't felt in a long time."Welcome to Eleanor's Haven," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "Can I help you find something?"The man approached the counter, his eyes scanning the shelves. "Actually, I was hoping to find something that might make me believe in happy endings again."Emily's heart skipped a beat. "We have plenty of books with happy endings," she replied, gesturing to the romance section. "Any particular kind of story you're looking for?"He smiled again, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I'm not sure. Maybe something real, something that feels like it could happen."Emily nodded, understanding. "I'm Emily, by the way.""Daniel," he replied. "Nice to meet you, Emily."Over the next few weeks, Daniel became a regular at the bookstore. He and Emily would talk for hours, discussing their favorite books, their dreams, and the small details of their lives. Emily learned that Daniel had moved to Brenton after a difficult breakup, hoping to find a fresh start. He was a writer, struggling with a bout of writer's block that seemed insurmountable.Emily found herself drawn to Daniel's vulnerability and the gentle way he spoke about his past. She felt a connection with him, a sense of understanding that was both exhilarating and terrifying. As the days turned into weeks, their conversations grew deeper, and the distance between them narrowed.One evening, as the bookstore was closing, Daniel stayed behind to help Emily organize the new arrivals. The rain outside had turned into a storm, the wind howling against the windows. Inside, the warm glow of the lamps created a cozy haven."Emily," Daniel said, breaking the comfortable silence. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."Emily looked up from her stack of books, her heart pounding. "What is it?""I've been thinking a lot about why I came here, to Brenton. I thought I was running away from my past, but I think I was actually searching for something. Or someone."Emily's breath caught in her throat. "Daniel, I..."He took a step closer, his eyes intense. "I think I found what I was looking for. In you. But I'm scared, Emily. I'm scared of getting hurt again, of opening up my heart."Tears welled up in Emily's eyes. She understood his fear, for it was her own as well. "Daniel, I feel the same way. But maybe, just maybe, we can help each other heal. Maybe we can write a new story together."Daniel reached out, gently brushing a tear from her cheek. "I'd like that, Emily. I'd like that very much."They stood there, in the middle of the bookstore, the storm raging outside, but inside, a new beginning was taking shape. They were two souls, battered and bruised by life, finding solace in each other's presence.As the months passed, Emily and Daniel grew closer, their bond deepening with each passing day. They spent their mornings in the bookstore, sharing stories and dreams, and their evenings walking through the town, talking about everything and nothing.Daniel's writer's block began to lift, inspired by the love and support he found in Emily. He started writing again, his words flowing with a newfound passion. Emily, too, found herself opening up in ways she never thought possible, sharing parts of herself she had long kept hidden.One crisp winter night, as they walked through the snow-covered streets, Daniel stopped and turned to Emily. "I've been writing something," he said, his breath visible in the cold air. "It's a story about a man who thought he had lost everything, but then he found a woman who showed him that love is worth fighting for."Emily's heart swelled with emotion. "Daniel, that's beautiful.""It's our story, Emily. Me before you, I was lost. But now, with you, I feel like I've found my way."Tears streamed down Emily's face as she embraced Daniel, their love a beacon of warmth in the winter night. They had both come from places of pain and heartache, but together, they had created something beautiful, something real.In the quiet town of Brenton, amidst the pages of countless stories, Emily and Daniel found their own happy ending. It wasn't perfect, but it was theirs, and it was more than enough.
By William Okwuosa2 years ago in Fiction
