Observing Stories

This book delves into the profound impact of observation on our perception of reality. It explores how our observations shape our interactions, decisions, and overall understanding of the world. Through insightful chapters, the book examines the power of observation, the role of perception, the observer effect, and the benefits of mindful observation. It also discusses how pain and previous biases influence our perspective and how changing our viewpoint can lead to personal growth. By becoming more mindful and intentional observers, readers can gain a deeper understanding of themselves and the world around them.

This is a file, where I will be updating my deductions. Though, I can not promise a scheduled update. Think this as a blog of my observations and occasionally explained telling of specific parts in a deduction. Plus, there will also be a 'Methods and Techniques' part which will give small descriptions on reading the expressions -whether people's or non-living objects- upon seeing them, as well as how to see/recognise them. You can ask me to explain if not definite enough, but with a kind language please. You can always share your opinions over mine, we can even discuss. Enjoy your stay. Ps: If there are any emotionalism over whatever happens in the story, excuse my feelings. I tend to get gravitated by them when they're unexpected and about to be out my veins...

Waiting on the right person

Words, I guess. For myself, my nonsensical self. Perhaps putting them down will make more sense to me. So don't except a masterpiece, Because like I said it's all simply, Words to sedate the confused in me. I don't expect anyone to read any of these, but if you do; then great.

To be the ghost of a person

A collection of short stories that i have written over the last year or 2 that have a thick layer of dust. Until now! These stories are observations of society and other things such as the mind and science

Oh, how sad is life, cries the mad man. How desperate are people these days for love, says the lonely man. And by the other side of the street, there's a homeless family, but not a broken one. They are singing songs of cheer and their beautiful voices are heard to the other part of the street. I observe something special. What makes one happy? Love, family or wisdom? "Hey there, I am an observer". .. It's not a lengthy story. A book by me. Enjoy.

This is a book full of short stories I make up when I see someone who looks like they have a story to tell.

Each paragraph relates to a different person. A real person (for the exception of one). Look at it from a observer's point of view. You should give this sort of thing a go. It's short, quirky and interesting. :)

Over looking the place to be on new year's eve, it's hard to imagine wanting to be somewhere else. Yet here we are.​

Hi Mortals, This is me, Eternity Whispers. This is NOT a story. It's basically me randomly rambling (I like that alliteration) about abstract things that don't seem to have any significance to us and things which don't really have a reason to be read. But, because my mind wanders to unexplainable things, I shall try my best to put them down here, just for the sake of venting out. In the process though I hope some of you would be able to relate to at least one post. There will be a series of thoughts maybe connected in two parts, maybe just left off randomly, and it will be an insight to my thoughts and views about things. No I didn't bother with a blog because I love Wattpad so much and feel that there is a family like bond between the writers and the readers here *tear-drop fling fling*. DO NOT be annoyed by my spelling mistakes (they won't be extreme), and just let it flow to you. Blah Blah blah...bored you enough... WELCOME TO MY HALL OF CHAOS.

-completed- A psychologist meets a stripper. A stripper of a neighbor; a story which will ( hopefully ) make you cry, laugh, and become all emo ! Ok.. Maybe not.. But GIVE IT A GO !

This was a poem inspired by a prompt that I cannot recall where I found. I believe it was on a Reddit forum for creative writing prompts, but I cannot provide the source at this time. The prompt was the first line "I spent today as a camera..."

Page thro page, fall by fall, broken bones and misunderstandings; We live. (Pointing out that this is all pure imagination, any resemblance toward anyone or anything real is coincidental)

Every observation about New York City that proves that there is no place like the city and there is no place like home if you live in it.

Sometimes we forget the truth behind literature; it should capture expression and radiate memories not experienced. We must read literature and feel as though we were both the witness and the character all at one time. The meaning of life is to grow by developing clarity and undergoing adventures. I favor you with a short adventure for you to conclude and ponder.

Yuvraj Singh isn't just a topper - he's the topper. The boy every parent compares their child to, the first-bench prodigy with perfect grades, perfect answers, and an ego tall enough to touch the ceiling. He walks into every exam hall like it's his kingdom and out of every classroom like no one else exists. But behind his flawless image is a boy weighed down by expectations, sleepless nights, and the fear of falling from the pedestal everyone has placed him on. His arrogance isn't just pride, it's a shield. A shield to hide the cracks no one dares to look close enough to see. Enter Ritvi Sharma. She's not extraordinary - at least, not in the way Yuvraj is. She's the "average girl" with average grades and a tendency to sit unnoticed in the back row. But she's observant. And where the world only sees Yuvraj's confidence, she sees his exhaustion. Where everyone admires his brilliance, she notices his silence. And where his ego builds walls, she finds ways to peek through them. She never planned to cross his path. He never planned to notice her. But life in Class 11th has its own script - stolen glances in the library, and arguments that sting a little too much. Somewhere between clashing personalities and unexpected conversations, Ritvi begins to see the boy behind the "topper mask"... and Yuvraj, for the first time, meets someone who refuses to worship his ego. She's not afraid to challenge him. He's used to being challenged. And in the chaos of exams, friendships, and teenage secrets, Ritvi might just discover that taming his ego isn't about breaking him down- ...it's about teaching him what it means to be seen, flaws and all.