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The Subtle Art of White Lies: When Truth Takes a Gentle Pause
In the intricate tapestry of human interactions, honesty is often hailed as the best policy. Yet, nestled within our daily conversations are the subtle threads of white lies—those seemingly innocuous falsehoods told to spare feelings, avoid conflict, or maintain social harmony. While they may appear harmless, white lies occupy a complex space in our moral and ethical landscape, prompting us to question their true impact on our relationships and society at large.
By Ahmed Rayhan8 months ago in Humans
Ten Years. One Promise. A Love Worth Waiting For.
Ten Years. One Promise. A Love Worth Waiting For. The autumn gust sent red leaves swirling through Millbrook Station as Claire Hastings stepped down from the evening train, clutching a well-worn sketchbook to her chest. She stood undecided beneath the ancient iron clock—7:02 p.m., the same moment that she left ten years ago—and drew the cold air over the quiver of hope in her body.
By Md. Rifat Hossain8 months ago in Humans
The Hidden Stories in Your Coffee Cup: A Small-Town Adventure Awaits.
Have you ever wondered what stories your coffee cup might tell? Last Saturday, I stumbled into a small-town café that felt like a living canvas of human connection, a place where the air thrummed with the pulse of local culture. The town was a burst of color—buildings painted in shades of coral pink, mustard yellow, and soft lavender lined the cobblestone street, their awnings flapping like butterfly wings in the late spring breeze. The scent of roasted coffee beans mingled with the sweet perfume of blooming peonies, their vibrant petals spilling over clay pots along the sidewalk. It was 04:48 PM IST on May 17, 2025, and the golden-hour sunlight bathed everything in a warm, honeyed glow, as if the town itself were blushing under the sun’s affectionate gaze.
By Noah Smith8 months ago in Humans
The Girl Who Waited by the Sea
In the quiet seaside town of Meerport, people often whispered about the girl who waited by the sea. Every evening, just before sunset, she would walk barefoot across the sand, her long dark hair swept up by the wind, her eyes locked on the horizon. She never spoke. Never waved. She simply stood there—watching, waiting.
By Muhammad Hamza Safi8 months ago in Humans
The Last Letter I Never Sent
ey say time heals everything, but Amara wasn’t so sure. Ten years had passed since she last saw Rayan—since that afternoon under the jacaranda trees, when everything smelled like flowers and endings. She was twenty-two, and he had just been accepted into a music program in Paris.
By Muhammad Hamza Safi8 months ago in Humans
The Bookshop Between Us
In the middle of a narrow street lined with crooked houses and ivy-covered walls, there sat a small bookshop with no signboard. Locals simply called it “The Corner.” No one remembered when it opened. It had always been there, with its faded green door, brass bell, and windows full of old maps and forgotten stories.
By Muhammad Hamza Safi8 months ago in Humans
