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Photography that showcases the best, worst and everyday moments of modern relationships.
How to Improve Your Emotional Intelligence: Tips for Human Interaction
How to Improve Your Emotional Intelligence: Tips for Human Interaction Introduction The ability to recognize, comprehend, and control one's own emotions as well as those of others is known as emotional intelligence (EI). In today’s world, where human interactions play a crucial role in both personal and professional success, improving EI is more important than ever. It fosters better relationships, enhances communication, and helps navigate social complexities with ease.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Humans
The Power of Human Connection: Why We Need Real Relationships in a Digital World
The Power of Human Connection: Why We Need Real Relationships in a Digital World Introduction In an era dominated by screens, notifications, and virtual interactions, the essence of real human connection is more important than ever. Technology has made it easier to communicate, but it has also made barriers that make it hard to have meaningful relationships. Humans are social beings by nature, and our well-being depends on authentic connections. This article looks at how important human relationships are in a digital world, how they affect our physical and emotional health, and how to build them in a digital world. The Science Behind Human Connection
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Humans
Light in the Darkness: A Photographer’s Journey into Urban Night Life
Light in the Darkness: A Photographer’s Journey into Urban Night Life Exploring the Hidden Beauty of Street Photography Minh was a passionate street photographer, always searching for hidden beauty in urban night life. While most people sought the comfort of their homes after sunset, he found inspiration in the neon-lit streets, where the city whispered its untold stories. His camera wasn’t just a tool—it was a bridge connecting him to the unseen world of unsung heroes, the night workers who kept the city alive.
By vuong nguyen10 months ago in Humans
Love, Please Come Back
Love, Please Return Sometimes, love is about longing, suffering, and hope that will not give up. It is not always about happy endings. This is the real-life story of Rohan and Aisha, two souls who loved deeply but lost their way, only to realize that some hearts are meant to beat together, no matter how far they drift apart.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Humans
The Final Chapter of Love
Love stories don’t always have fairy-tale endings. Sometimes, they leave behind bittersweet memories that linger forever. This is the real-life story of Aarav and Meera, two souls who found each other against all odds but had to part ways when fate played its cruel game.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Humans
Loneliness is Life
Loneliness is Life There’s a particular silence that lives inside the walls of the old apartment. It’s not the silence of peace or stillness, but one woven with years of forgotten conversations, missed opportunities, and empty nights. Amelia sat on her bed, the fabric of her worn-out blanket tangled around her legs, gazing at the single photograph on the wall. A family portrait, framed and slightly askew. Her mother smiled, her father grinned, and little Amelia was held between them, her cheeks flushed with childhood joy.
By Saidul Emon10 months ago in Humans
My Body, My Instagram, My Choice: How to Deal with Criticism
This morning I woke up with a sore throat. I don’t have mouthwash at home, nor have I ever bought it in my 40 years. I’d rather endure the pain than taste that fucking flavor of childhood filled with orders and insults again. Ignoring the sore throat, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on makeup, and stopped to see which of my attractive dresses I’d wear today for work. I chose the red one, short, out of spite. I always look brutal in it. I hurriedly dressed, put on red sandals, applied dark red lipstick, and left the house. Walking to work, my mind kept returning to the red mouthwash. Why the fuck am I thinking about this again? And this red dress, why today? I haven’t worn it in a hundred years... As soon as I stepped into the pit of the institution where I work, everything became clear. The looks from my colleagues explained everything and turned my subconscious into reality. Everything became clear all of a sudden. Fuck, I am that red mouthwash. Yes, I am Listerine, Lacalut, and Paradontax all together. And for the whole city. My city, where I live, work, and where I raise two daughters on my own. The city I fled to from my parents, sisters, ex-husband. From all the abusers in my life. Yet, this city became my new abuser. My mouth is being rinsed by anyone who wants. They even recognize me on the street. "There she is, the one from Instagram!" I sometimes hear behind me as I walk through the city. "What are you posting on Instagram, are you normal?", they occasionally ask me at work and at home. Is it possible that a private social media profile can cause such a commotion, and that I’ve become a target for both acquaintances and strangers, where anyone can shoot an arrow at me however they please? Some arrows hurt, I admit, they hit right at the center, but I was never one of those desperate people who cry for five days because they got only three likes on a picture they spent the whole day setting up. Maybe if they show a tit, they’ll get ten. I don’t care about likes, followers, or comments. I’ll post whatever I want, it’s my profile, I have the right to put my small tits, my shaved pussy, and my long legs on it. It’s my face, my body, who cares, block me, unfollow me, who gives a shit, no one is forcing you to watch... But everyone wants to watch. Especially those bitches from work. They share my pictures with each other, gossiping about them during breaks or in some bar in the evening. It’s become their soul food and a reason to hang out. "Hey, have you seen Tatjana’s new post on Insta... what a bitch... yeah, let’s talk about it tonight, same place, 7 p.m., okay?", one says to the other while passing in the smelly hallway of this miserable institution. Sometimes I even understand them, they’re all so unhappy, and this city is so dead that even I’m more interesting to them than their own lives. The only thing I don’t understand is how they don’t get tired of other people’s lives when all day long they watch and listen to just that – other people's life stories.
By Zoe SylvaVida10 months ago in Humans
Humanity: The Greatest Identity of Mankind
It was a cold winter night in the bustling city of New York. The streets were filled with Christmas lights, laughter, and the scent of roasted chestnuts. But amidst all the festivities, there was a man sitting on the sidewalk, shivering in his tattered clothes. His name was Jonathan.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy10 months ago in Humans
