“OK, but, don't believe the hype. Grumps and Bad Grandma did the horse and carriage thing for their 50th wedding anniversary..."

Today I have come with a story. Let's start with Ayan and Mehuli's first meeting under the cloudy sky on an afternoon in Shrawan. Mehuli was standing on the bank of the river crying, before she knew the

A picture of me There’s a phase of life that rarely gets spoken about with honesty, that's the space where direction fades, but nothing new has fully taken its place. It’s not dramatic, it doesn’t look

Life has a way of assigning us roles before we even realize it. Some fit. Some suffocate. This short piece reflects on identity, performance, and the quiet moment when no one is watching.

pixabay I was in the market one day to get some foodstuffs for the family. I had waited under the sign for some minutes, waiting for my customer to package my items. She has so many customers that even

In romantic relationships: “You can't overlook that.” In romantic relationships, small details have a significant impact on emotional connection and mutual well-being. Something as simple as a loving message,

The Next Depression Nobody really warns you about the quiet kind of depression—the one that wears a suit, answers emails, and still shows up every morning pretending to be fine. It doesn’t begin with failure.

By Luminomind I don’t know why they say an artist must suffer before his work becomes something the world pays attention to, but today the phrase “stake through his art” hit me differently. I imagined

Honestly, one thing I really enjoy doing on social media is posting Christian memes. I don’t even know how it became my thing, but I just love it. And funny enough, these small memes have actually helped

Nigeria Palava Abuja has delivered yet another interesting moment. This time, it happened in the Gaduwa district where the FCT Minister, Nyesom Wike, confronted a young naval officer, Lt. A. M. Yerima,

Lately, I’ve heard it a lot. “You don’t give us attention anymore.” Some even laugh and say, “You’ve turned into one of those church boys.” Honestly, it used to bother me a little. I wondered if I was

Andrea comprendió que el dolor aunque transformado también puede hacer el impulso de renacer

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Hi, it's Abeegail, it another Zapfic50Friday, here is my entry for this Friday prompt. With every passing second the voices grew louder. "You are worthless, you are incompetent, no one will ever love

You should’ve seen the hall after everyone left for Awazi’s send‑off. One minute it was bursting with laughter and chatter, the next it was nothing but empty chairs, scattered plates, and that hush that

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙 There’s something oddly satisfying about sweeping. The rhythmic swish of the broom, the soft dance of dust, and that final moment when the floor glows again—it’s not just cleaning,

There’s something peaceful about the sound of a broom brushing across the floor. It’s not just cleaning — it’s like clearing a bit of my mind too. Each stroke feels like I’m sweeping away yesterday’s noise,

When I went for Youth Service, I decided to embark on a Fast. Such a fast was an Agenda that I had and if God decided not to show up, let me die. Because there was no need to be alive if God will be a

Not all merchants of death sell weapons. Some simply let the light die, one candle at a time