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Memories on Wheels
A boy, a morning bus and the quiet wounds that shape a life.
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Chapter 4: A Bicycle Ride to the High Hill
When the three friends travels to the high hill
It was extremely dark. I couldn’t even see my shadow, but I walked straight ahead. In our village, they say a shadow is the only friend who never...
After badminton, I went to the beach instead of going home. There, a stranger told me how he had rescued impossible projects alone — yet admitted he...
At twelve, Arun asked his teacher a question that earned him a slap. At seventy-five, on his deathbed, he was still answering it...
Something in me shifted watching that final whistle — a whole country erupting like one big family. It wasn't enough to watch anymore; I wanted to...
We spend our lives searching for happy places, but they were never places at all. They are people—the ones who accept us without judgment, who speak...
It was a Saturday afternoon, sometime after lunch. I had reached a point in my life where, outside of work, there was nothing left that truly belonged...
Every year, for almost the last fifteen years, I have written a paragraph about what the year taught me. This year, I learned the most beautiful...
Life and the purpose of life through the eyes of a dog.Life is simple through my eyes. I wake up grateful for the warmth of the sun, the sound of...
The story of fear and surviaval, life begins when we starts to accept fear and willing to face it...