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When love isn't the end... what is?Sana was fire-free-spirited, fearless, full of dreams. Ajay was silent, calm, composed, bound by expectations. Their connection was instant. Their bond, undeniable. But sometimes, love arrives at the wrong time-or under the wrong conditions.
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"First love is hard to forget and impossible to let go of." Always Yours is a magical love story and fairy tale truly lived. Some unfulfilling wishes give hope, battling social stereotypes, where destiny plays an important role. It can bring people together or tear them apart.
Parenting is a journey filled with challenges, joys, and countless opportunities for growth. Amidst the chaos of everyday life, it's easy to get caught up in the routine and forget to pause and appreciate the little wonders that our children bring into our lives. Kids grow up so quickly that I can feel time...
The Divine Purpose Behind Every Fall
Every soul takes birth with a purpose—a reason that goes beyond what our eyes can see and our minds can imagine. But in the...
When Writing Became My Passion
I’ve just finished writing my second book—a journey that held my heart, tested my soul, and filled my days with love, hope, and imagination.After...
It’s Ok to Say No…
“Live your life for you, not for anyone else. Don’t let the fear of being judged, rejected or disliked stop you from being yourself”“No”...
Letting Go Gracefully
Relationships are the bedrock of human experience, providing companionship, love, and support. Yet, there comes a time in many relationships when the healthiest option...
When Silence speaks…
"My silence means I am too tired of explaining how I feel, too drained to keep repeating what I want, and unwilling to argue...
They Grew Up. Did We?
One day, they tied their own shoelacesand we smiled proudly.Another day, they said, “I’ll go alone”and something tugged inside us.They grew taller,quieter,more distant…yet we...
The Teacher’s Chalk
The classroom was empty now. Dusty blackboards, faded charts, and desks covered with the scratches of countless restless hands.In the corner of the old...
