Истории Hindsight

'Would you love me if I were a star?' He asked me while I was busy supplying oxygen to my mother. The world around us was collapsing. I looked at him. In that dying environment, calm rested on his face with a hint of sadness that was destroying him inside. Or maybe outside too. 'Matlab?' He only smiled. -------- And now standin beneath that red star, all I feel is helplessness. 'Kaash mai aapko rok paata..' No guidance. No shoulder. 'Aap waaha se mujhe dekh paate ho, aur mai iss star ko dekhta rehta hu. Unfair, right?' Har jeet adhuri lagti hai, Jab taaliya bajane wala saath na ho. -------- Continuation of Baalveer Returns from ep. 355

The story is a drama that gradually turns into a thriller-this is only part one of many. It unfolds through multiple perspectives, forcing characters (and readers) to wrestle with morality, the nature of right and wrong, and whether such absolutes even exist. The central character is revealed through many different eyes, yet his own voice, beliefs, and inner world cut through the surrounding chaos. As his past, present, and future slowly unfold, his perspective remains the steady thread anchoring the narrative.

Yeh meri pehli story hai, Me koi professional writer nahi hu. Muje nahi aata likhna me bas try kar rahi hu, esliye aapse guzaarish hai ki aap bhi aise hee story ko padhe jaise kisi student ne likhi ho aur koi bhi galti ya sujaav ho to aap muje zaroor batayen. 😇 Shukriya... 🤍🌸🤍🌸🤍🌸🤍🌸🤍🌸🤍🌸🤍🌸🤍🌸 Ek ladki jo sab kuchh kho deneke baad bhi kabhi himmat nahi haarti aur apne sapno ko haansil kar leti hai. ( inspiration Story)

Welcome to जज़्बातों का दरिया, a collection where each poem draws inspiration from the heart of nature and the bonds we hold dear. From the gentle warmth of morning light to the solace of evening, and the connections that shape us, each verse is a tribute to the emotions we share with the world and one another. 😊

Door se chizein alag lagti hai,parchai si lagti aur pas jakr kuch aur mehsus hoti hai roshni si lagti hai ,andhera sa lagta yun lamho ka badalna sa har shay me nazar ata hai ,akhir ye dil ko tasalli dene wali shay hai kya ? Kya hi kuch samjh aati hai aur aadhi baat na samjhi me guzar jati hai . Kya maloom ye tasalli kya hoti hai, Kya khwahishon ka pura hona tasalli hai ya adhuri reh janay mein sukoon. Ye na muqammal si shay hai Adhuri reh janay wali chzion ka kya hi sochna ,iska jo ho nahi sakta uske baray me kya hi sochna. Yun ghumao daar si lagti hai sab Miljaye to na qadri aur na milay toh shiddat me guzar jati hai ... achi bhi lagti aur kabhi bahot kathin si maloom hoti hai . tasalli ke liye hi toh ham sab race me lage hai kahi kamyabi ki toh kahi chizon ki . Ehsas se bahir hojati kuch chizein,aur yaadein bhi kbhi kbhi kuch khas lamho ko toh, jese ham bhulhi jaate h ,magar na janay palko ke saye talay wo baqi rehti hai aur ankhon me jhhalak bnkr hide and seek khelti hai .... Yunhi lamho ki qadar ham aksar nhi kia karte hai...

A few words describing one of the many times my dad has unwittingly said something so insightful that it has shaped the way I perceive my life and the world around me :)

Hey! Radhe Radhe!sabko Today i am gonna write a story about....A little girl...Her strength is her Kanha 🎀🍂❤️...that would be my First Story...i ever write ✍🏻 hope you all Like it.....🫶🏻🧿❤️if you believe in krishn then Everything is possible Even magic 🪄✨❤️ 🍂🎀 harii bol :)🙏🏻🌸😌

Just random stuff I think up, or stories about when I did something dumb.

A series of self experiences and stories in form of quotes and poems. Each and every line of the story has a deep meaning behind it. These stories can be understood when related to one's own life.

Evolution has taken us far, from the single cell organism we used to be to the top of the food chain. Where are we headed, though, what plans does evolution have for us? Technology decides that for us. We have created such self-sustaining technology that we no longer need to go to war with one another. We have created a world without hunger, poverty, prejudice all with the power of technology. We no longer need a sense of danger or empathy, and social interaction is completely unnecessary. It would be perfect if we were the secluded species we believe we are, but then again, we aren't the only things that evolve.

Half of Me A love I lost, a heart that stayed When Kanak lost Jay, she didn't just lose the man she loved-she lost the rhythm of her world. His laughter still echoes in her memories, his touch lingers in dreams, and her heart beats with a longing it can't forget. But grief has a way of hiding beauty in the cracks. Through a faded letter, an unexpected friendship, and the quiet tenderness of someone new, Kanak begins to learn: some loves don't fade-they transform. A story of soulmates, sorrow, and the soft, stubborn hope of a heart learning to love again, Half of Me is a tender reminder that even in loss, love endures. A love she lost. A HURT hurt that stayed. And the journey of learning to live with both.

So I got this idea off of another person I follow, ngl. These are letters I will write, adressed to undisclosed people, the contents of which I may or may never tell them. After all, Some things arre best left unsaid.

A poem that can be read from both perspectives: the person who had the affair and the person who was cheated on.

Just as the sky is different each day so are my thoughts. Here's a window to my thoughts. *disclaimer: I don't always understand them.