Storiesofindia Stories

Words are the expression of our soul. You lift up your pen and magically turn that white paper into a rainbow of expressions. Ananya Sehgal, a 25-year old sensation whose words are the mirror of her soul. She is a literary storm and the queen of whirlwind romance in the era of break-ups and casual tinder dates. Her words knock the doors of your heart and make a permanent home there. She says, when a hobby becomes profession, it looses it's charm. Hence, she chose to follow her profession of being a marketing manager with a FMCG brand and simultaneously finds solace in her characters. Voice captures the deepest attention and lives in the heart for life. It inspires, changes and motivate the most dreaded souls too. Siddharth Mehra, a 28-year old self made millionaire, with one purpose in life to heal as many souls as possible. He struggles to channelise the most positive vibes in people living miles away from him. He captures the soul of people and give them new directions. What will happen when these two literary gems cross each others path? Will they create a history or become a history? To know, tune into the story, In love with Mr. PoDcaster.

This is NOT my original story. It was narrated to me by my good friend ShikhaPandey. Thank you so much Shikha for sharing with me such a valuable information hidden in the story. Thank you so much Mina Singh for editing this book🙏🏼 It's a story based on true facts. This is a short story and is dedicated to @ShikhaPandey0

Imagine a hidden, foggy forest with towering aged trees that create paths of brawling branches and crawling vegetable tendrils. In the middle of this enigmatic jungle grows a massive, very old oak tree whose roots look like knotted fingers of a huge person. Nestled in these roots is a wooden door that seems invisible due to the many coats of green moss on it blending it into the environment just as well as leaves on trees blend together. Beside the door, Elara stands while clutching her lantern as it intermittently produces warm lighting. Her expression contains a mix of resolve and amazement because she plans to uncover hidden things behind that door. As the door opens creakingly there is revealed before one's eyes winding stairs spiraling down to earth where air cools off and magic becomes denser than before. Further below, in vast underground chamber are shelves so tall they disappear into blackness. Every book gives off a low mysterious light; turning their pages expose glistening maps, ancient charms, and stories about heroes who have been forgotten long ago. Furthermore, Elara's feelings seem to be having an effect on library itself: her excitement makes books shine brighter while her terror reduces their intensity. After nightfall, the enchanted library slowly fades away waving goodbye through its doors while Elara ascends up those stairs disengaging from wonders in her mind as she gets out through closing yet gentle barrier which separates between the quiet forest and her village that she walks back to having gained knowledge coupled with awe inside herself.

Dumebi seeks the help of the fairy to escape the cruelty of her stepfather