Friendship
Confessions of a Liar
So, it's confession time. While I am sure that most people that follow my scribblings, poetic etchings and stories will not be so fickle to stop subscribing and reading because of this, there is the potential that you might. I have made peace with that.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Confessions
From the Storms of Failure to the Peak of Success
From the Storms of Failure to the Peak of Success Life is a continuous battle, a journey filled with obstacles that test our determination and resilience. Every individual aspires to achieve success, but before reaching that pinnacle, one must endure the harsh trials of failure. While some people crumble under the weight of setbacks, others use them as stepping stones to greatness. I have made my decision—I will succeed, for failure does not frighten me!
By Dipak Pawar2 years ago in Confessions
The Rebellious Spirit of a Brown Girl. Top Story - February 2025.
I belong to India where a lot of expectations are placed on brown girls. It entails carrying the burden of the "good girl" stereotype all the time. Society expects me to prioritize other people's viewpoints over my own, frequently at the expense of my goals and ambitions. It is rebellion to defend myself. Even if it costs me to respect people who are trying to destroy my life, I must keep quiet and listen. A girl already had so much pressure the day she was born. But what about the boys? Brown girls are always instructed to sit properly, not laugh loudly, not talk to boys and always be docile and soft. Why is a girl's gender the requirement to clean the house or be in the kitchen?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
"The Faith in Hard Work"
"The Faith in Hard Work" While striving for a job, there have been numerous instances where I came so close, yet missed the opportunity at the final stage. However, I never blamed anyone. Instead, I worked even harder in preparation. I kept getting ready to prove myself over and over again. People would say, "A good job is not in your destiny," but I would smile and respond, "Destiny is shaped by hard work."
By Dipak Pawar2 years ago in Confessions
The Call That Never Came !
I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe because if I don’t, I’ll start believing it was all in my head. That none of it happened. That I didn’t hear his voice. But I did. I swear, I did. And if I accept that, then I have to accept something worse—if he’s still out there… where the hell has he been? --- Before That Night Jake always kept his promises. He wasn’t the kind of man who spoke just to hear his own voice. When he said, “I’ll call you when I land,” I believed him. That night at JFK, his lips brushed mine in a goodbye that felt too quick, his hands steady on my waist. “It’s just a work trip, Em. Four days. Then I’m back, and we’ll go to that Italian place you love.” I smiled. Kissed him back. Watched him vanish into the crowd, his leather jacket slipping out of sight like a shadow. I never thought it’d be the last time. Why would I? Planes don’t just disappear. People don’t just vanish. But his did. A crash. A list of passengers. No survivors. Except—there was no body. No wreckage photos. Just a sterile email from the airline. “Regret to inform you…” And the phone call that never came. --- After The first year, I waited. Every night, I’d curl up with my phone, replaying his last voicemail until his laugh turned tinny and warped. “Hey, it’s me. Stop worrying—I’ll see you Sunday.” I devoured conspiracy forums, clung to stories of amnesia survivors and government cover-ups. If I just believe hard enough, I thought, he’ll call. The second year, they started hovering—my sister, my friends. Their voices dripped with pity. “Emily, he’s gone.” As if saying it softer made it kinder. But I was already fragments. By the third year, I almost folded. Deleted his number. Boxed up his clothes. Then, last night—my phone rang. --- The Call One ring. An unknown number. My heart jackhammered so loud I barely heard the silence that followed. I stared at the screen until the pixels burned into my retinas. Wrong number, I told myself. A glitch. But then—it rang again. This time, I answered. “Hello?” Static crackled, the kind that prickles skin. Then— “Emily.” A whisper. A breath. His voice. The room tilted. “Jake?” More static. A choked sound—a sob? A laugh? Then nothing. I sat there for hours, maybe, the phone glued to my ear. When I finally looked, the call log showed nothing. No number. No proof. I should’ve let it go. I should’ve called my therapist. But then my phone buzzed—a text. > Unknown Number: Don’t believe them. I never got on that plane. --- The Descent I read it over and over, my pulse thudding in my ears. My hands trembled as I typed back, Who is this? No response. Seconds stretched into minutes, minutes into an hour. I called the number back. This number is not in service. My breath hitched. Was someone messing with me? Some cruel joke? But no one knew—not really. I had never spoken about the what-ifs out loud. I had buried them under logic, under therapy sessions, under the unbearable weight of moving on. And yet, here it was. A voice that shouldn’t exist. A message that shattered everything. Jake had never gotten on that plane. So where had he gone? And why had someone lied? --- The Search I didn’t sleep. I scoured every old news article, every forgotten forum thread, searching for anomalies. The flight manifest, the witness reports—anything that didn’t add up. And then I found it. A security camera still from JFK, timestamped the night he left. Passengers walking through the terminal. Families hugging. Businessmen scrolling on their phones. And Jake— Walking away from his gate. Not toward it. My stomach twisted. My fingers dug into the keyboard. Why? He had boarded that flight. Hadn’t he? But the grainy image said otherwise. He had turned around. Walked away. Vanished before the flight even left the ground. And someone had covered it up. --- Ending The dead don’t call. But if Jake’s alive, someone lied. Someone wanted me to believe he was dead. Someone had erased him. And I’m about to find out why—no matter what it takes.
By Harshitnath Thakur2 years ago in Confessions
When Home Becomes a Prison: The Silent Suffering of Abused Children
Start writing...In every society, there are children who smile despite their pain, who hide their tears behind silent glances, and who live a childhood stripped of security and warmth. Domestic violence against children is not just a fleeting incident; it is a permanent scar that leaves psychological and emotional effects that may last a lifetime. Between screaming and beating, a child grows up learning fear instead of love, carrying with them a world full of brokenness that may shape their future. What are the reasons that drive parents to abuse their children? What are the consequences? And how can we change this painful reality?
By yusuf selho2 years ago in Confessions
My Dreams, My Existence!
My Dreams, My Existence! What are dreams? For some, they are nothing more than the fleeting images that appear when they close their eyes at night. For others, they are just words spoken casually, without any real commitment. But for me, dreams are my identity. They are not just my aspirations; they define who I am. My dreams are my existence! The day I saw my first dream, I realized it wasn’t just a random thought passing through my mind. It was a vision—a path leading to my future. But the world saw it differently. Some encouraged me, while others laughed and dismissed my dreams as mere illusions. “You can’t do this,” “It’s impossible,” “Your dreams are too big for you”—these words became a constant echo in my ears. But I refused to stop. I knew that my dreams were not just a fantasy. They were the seeds of my destiny, waiting to be nurtured with hard work and perseverance. People laughed at me, mocked me, and tried to pull me down. They ridiculed my ambitions and questioned my abilities. But their words did not weaken me; they only made me stronger. Because no matter how much someone belittles a dream, its value never diminishes. It remains as powerful as the person who believes in it. The more I chased my dreams, the more I discovered my true identity. With every step forward, I grew stronger, more determined, and more confident. The journey was never easy. I faced endless struggles, countless failures, and harsh criticism. There were days when everything seemed to be falling apart, when the obstacles seemed insurmountable, and when the world appeared to be against me. But in those moments, I reminded myself—if I give up on my dreams, I will be giving up on my own existence. My dreams are not separate from me; they are a part of my soul, my essence. No matter how many times I stumbled, I got back up. No matter how many times I failed, I tried again. Because I knew that success is not measured by how easily we achieve our goals, but by how fiercely we fight for them. Every struggle, every challenge, and every setback was just another step in my journey. They were not signs of my weakness but proof of my perseverance. Today, when I look back, I see the road I traveled—a road filled with hardships, disappointments, and sacrifices. But I do not regret a single step. Every challenge shaped me into the person I am today. Every failure taught me a lesson. Every rejection made me stronger. And every victory, no matter how small, reminded me why I started in the first place. I have realized that dreams are not just about achieving success. They are about discovering who we truly are. They are about pushing our limits, defying expectations, and proving to ourselves that we are capable of more than we ever imagined. Dreams are the fire that burns within us, the light that guides us, and the force that drives us forward. So, no matter what the world says, no matter how many obstacles come my way, I will never stop dreaming. Because my dreams are my strength. They are the foundation of my being. They are my existence. And no one can ever take that away from me!
By Dipak Pawar2 years ago in Confessions
"I Survived 30 Days Without Social Media—Here’s the Brutal Truth No One Admits"
The Moment I Realized I Was Addicted It was 2:37 a.m. on a Tuesday. I’d just spent 45 minutes scrolling TikTok reels of strangers’ vacations, DIY crafts I’d never attempt, and a raccoon eating cotton candy. My eyes burned, my neck ached, and I felt… nothing. That’s when I knew: I was a zombie.
By Wryter2 years ago in Confessions
An Unexpected Foot Exam
She works as a secretary at a podiatrist’s office and helped me schedule an appointment with a doctor she knew. I had met him once at her house during a holiday gathering, and she assured me he was great at what he did. She even asked him if he could check my feet after work one evening.
By Farkas Noir2 years ago in Confessions
To be finished in cow raising
Cow Raising: Productive Rural Undertaking Cow raising is quite possibly of the most encouraging and beneficial endeavor in the rural area of Bangladesh. It isn't just a method for milk creation, yet in addition a significant method for working on ranchers' financial status, addressing healthful necessities and producing business. Cow cultivating can turn out to be exceptionally productive with legitimate preparation, appropriate consideration and great administration. Significance of cow raising Cow raising assumes a significant part in the economy of Bangladesh. It is thought of as not just for the creation of endlessly milk items, yet in addition as a significant kind of revenue for ranchers and business visionaries. Cow farming contributes extraordinarily to the economy of the nation through milk creation industry, feed business and creation of dairy items. Advantages of raising cows 1. Customary Pay: Keeping cows sets out a normal pay freedom by selling milk consistently. 2. Agro-based economy: Numerous ranchers develop grass on their territory for cows, which sets out extra pay open doors. 3. Meeting the dietary necessities: Cow's milk is useful in gathering the healthful requirements of the family. 4. Natural Compost Creation: Cow waste is utilized as natural manure, which helps in improved yield in agribusiness. 5. Business amazing open doors: By raising cows it is feasible to make one's own work, as well as set out work open doors for other people. Groundwork for raising cows A couple of interesting points prior to beginning cow reproducing: 1. Choice of reasonable spot: The homestead ought to be set up in a perfect and concealed place with sufficient ventilation for keeping cows. 2. Determination of cow breed: Choosing better variety of cows that produce more milk is significant. Among the well known breeds in Bangladesh are Holstein Friesian, Shahiwal, Jersey and mixture types of local cows. 3. Feed and Sustenance: The cow's eating regimen ought to guarantee a blend of roughage, grass, grain, nutrients and mineral salts. Satisfactory stockpile of water is likewise significant. 4. Wellbeing and treatment: Cows need customary wellbeing checks. Immunization is particularly critical to safeguard against brucellosis, sickness and different contaminations. 5. Reproducing and Milk Creation: Guaranteeing rearing situation at the right time of cows and utilize great quality draining innovation to gather milk is significant. Cow Cultivation Difficulties and Arrangements There are a few difficulties to be looked while raising cows. Nonetheless, these difficulties can be defeated through legitimate preparation and the executives. 1. Shortage of Grub: New grass might turn out to be scant during the dry season. Silage capacity is a decent answer for this. 2. Illnesses: It is important to guarantee standard immunization and treatment for different cow sicknesses like scrapie, brucellosis and different contaminations. 3. Advertising: Numerous ranchers don't get fair cost for milk. Subsequently higher benefits can be made by shaping cooperatives or selling straightforwardly to customers. Tips for Productive Cow Cultivation 1. Select prevalent variety cows. 2. Guarantee a spotless ranch. 3. Guarantee appropriate taking care of and sustenance of cows. 4. Get ordinary wellbeing tests and immunizations. 5. Utilize cutting edge innovation in milk assortment and capacity. End Cow raising is a significant piece of the country economy of Bangladesh. With legitimate administration and mind it can turn into a beneficial cultivating adventure. A very much arranged cow raising can further develop milk creation as well as generally speaking improvement of horticulture and ranch business. These days cow raising has turned into a promising area for ranchers as well as for business visionaries.
By MD ONIK HASAN2 years ago in Confessions
Vatican Cancels Pope Francis’ Appointments Amid Growing Health Concerns
The Vatican has announced the cancellation of Pope Francis’ appointments through next weekend, as the 88-year-old pontiff battles a worsening respiratory infection. Admitted to Rome’s Gemelli hospital last Friday, Pope Francis is facing one of the most serious health challenges of his papacy. The decision to cancel his schedule underscores the gravity of his condition and raises questions about his ability to maintain the rigorous demands of his role.
By mureed hussain2 years ago in Confessions
