Book of the Day
Ravana and His Lanka
Ravana, the multi-headed demon king from the epic Ramayana, is a figure shrouded in complexity. Venerated as a powerful scholar and ruler in some traditions, he's also reviled for his act of abducting Sita, wife of Lord Rama. Understanding Ravana necessitates a deeper look into his magnificent kingdom, Lanka, and the paradoxical legacy he left behind.
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The Power of Atomic Habits: A Transformative Journey through James Clear's Masterpiece
In today's fast-paced world, where everyone is striving for personal and professional excellence, developing effective habits is the key to success. James Clear's groundbreaking book, "Atomic Habits," serves as a guiding light in this pursuit, offering invaluable insights into the science of habit formation and practical strategies for harnessing its power. Let's delve into an in-depth review of this transformative masterpiece.
Amy JohnsonPublished 6 days ago in BookClub - Content Warning
The Tale of the Final Wish
In the heart of the town, shrouded in the mist of dusk, stood an ancient antique shop, its weathered sign creaking softly in the gentle breeze. It was a place where forgotten treasures lay hidden amidst the dust of time, waiting to be discovered by those bold enough to venture inside.
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MY Books
1.. Ask and answer the following questions in pairs/groups. Do you read and collect books other than textbooks? If yes, why?
"Autumn"
As the last wisps of summer's warmth dissipated, the air grew crisp and cool, signaling the arrival of autumn. The season of change, of transition, of vibrant colors and cozy warmth. A time when nature's final dance before the slumber of winter was a spectacle to behold.
Isra SaleemPublished 10 days ago in BookClub- Content Warning
Rin's Golden Dream
Rain lashed against the rickety shack, the wind howling like a famished wolf. Inside, huddled beneath a threadbare blanket, sat Rin. A skinny girl of ten, with eyes the color of storm clouds and hair like tangled seaweed, she clutched a worn book, its pages filled with fantastical tales of faraway lands and unimaginable wealth. It was her only escape from the harsh reality of her life.
ANNA CORALPublished 11 days ago in BookClub - Content Warning
Ink on Starlight
Amara, a seasoned cartographer with ink-stained fingers and a thirst for the unknown, stumbled upon a weathered parchment tucked within a dusty tome. It depicted a swirling vortex, an impossible gateway rumored to lead to the Celestial Cartography, a mythical archive charted by constellations. The thought of such a place, a library woven from starlight, ignited a spark within her.
ANNA CORALPublished 11 days ago in BookClub The Sweet Sovereign and the Sugar Wall
Once upon a time in a realm where the skies shimmered with a candy-colored hue and the rivers flowed with the purest of honey, there existed a secret kingdom veiled by the legendary Sugar Wall. This wall, a colossal structure made entirely of crystalline sugar, sparkled under the sun, casting rainbows across the land that lay beyond.
ANNA CORALPublished 11 days ago in BookClubWhispers in the Red Dust
Once upon a time Dr. Anya Petrova squinted at the Martian sunrise, the thin atmosphere turning the horizon a pale, bruised purple. Ten years. Ten years since she'd left the vibrant blue of Earth for the rusty red of Mars. Back then, she'd been filled with a fierce pioneer spirit, the first botanist on a fledgling colony. Now, a creeping loneliness gnawed at her.
ANNA CORALPublished 11 days ago in BookClubDaughter of the Desert Moon
Once upon a time the desert wind whispered secrets through the gnarled branches of the old mesquite tree. Elara, perched on a lower limb, hugged her shawl tighter, its worn fabric offering scant protection against the chill of the approaching night. Below, the parched earth stretched into an endless expanse, dotted with the silhouettes of cacti reaching skeletal fingers towards the dying sun. Hunger gnawed at her belly, a constant companion these past few days.
ANNA CORALPublished 11 days ago in BookClubMedha's dream
Hi, I’m Medha. Today, I found one of my notebooks I used for writing when I was in class one. But the funny part is, I can’t even understand what I wrote. At that time, I was learning to write. I couldn’t hold the pencil correctly. I couldn’t even draw a straight line. It reminded me of my childhood. I just loved to make doodles on my notebook and the wall of my room at that time. My parents and teacher worked hard to teach me handwriting. I did exercise a lot to improve my writing. My handwriting became good after a few years of practice.
The Boy Under the Tree
The bell rings for the start of the tiffin period, and the students of Kajla High School are rushing out of their classes to play. In the school playground, a group of boys starts to play cricket. In this group, there is a boy named Zahin While playing he notices a boy sitting under the Banyan tree at the corner of the playground. But he doesn’t think much of it. A well-struck ball runs toward the Banyan tree and stops just a few feet short of it. Zahin runs to collect the ball.