fact or fiction

Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores relationship myths and truths to get your head out of the clouds and back into romantic reality.

The first step in spiritual life
The first step in spiritual life is not about retreating to mountaintops or reciting ancient verses. It begins much closer to home—within the gentle awareness of the present moment. It is the simple choice to pause, breathe, and be kind—to ourselves and to others.
By Barnabas Payamabout a year ago in Humans
Love in the Trenches: How to Care For Someone Without Losing Yourself--A Survival Guide for the Exhausted Caregiver
Love in the Trenches: How to Care for Someone Without Losing Yourself Let me tell you something no one warned me about: Caregiving is a love story written in exhaustion, grief, and duct tape.
By MALIK Saadabout a year ago in Humans
Renowned Comedy Khiladigalu Star Rakesh Poojary Passes Away Following Heart Attack
In a tragic turn of events, Rakesh Poojary, arguably one of the most renowned comedians and a fan favorite from the Kannada reality show, ‘Comedy Khiladigalu’ has passed away. Rakesh, who was an incredible artist, suffered a heart attack, which dealt a huge blow to his fans and fellow artists alike. Rakesh Poojary’s life in the film industry will always be cherished and in this article, we will discuss his contributions to the country’s entertainment sector.
By SAYAN GURIAabout a year ago in Humans
You Deserve to Rest — Even If You Haven’t Finished Everything
We live in a world that glorifies the hustle. Wake up early. Stay late. Keep going. Do more. Be more. Prove yourself. But here’s something no one says enough:
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Humans
The Keepers of Lost Voices
The Keeper of Lost Voices The sky over the ruined city was a weary shade of gray, its sun a mere afterthought behind a haze of smoke and dust. The buildings stood as broken monuments to what once had been—a civilization thriving with laughter, ambition, and endless possibilities. Now, only fragments remained. Shattered glass littered the streets, murals faded under soot, and silence replaced the symphony of life that had once filled the air.
By Saroj Kumar Senapatiabout a year ago in Humans
Life: A Journey of Meaning and Growth
Life: A Journey of Meaning and Growth Life is a remarkable journey, a tapestry woven with moments of joy, challenges, growth, and discovery. It is not a destination but a continuous process of evolving, learning, and finding meaning. While each person’s path is unique, there are universal principles that can guide us to live a fulfilling life.
By Syed Abdullahabout a year ago in Humans
Why Facts Don’t Change Minds
Have you ever had a conversation with someone who refused to believe the truth, even after you showed them clear facts? You might have shared an article, a video, or a real-life example—yet, they held tightly to their opinion. It can be frustrating, but it’s also very common. So why does this happen? Why don’t facts change people’s minds?
By Muhammad Farhad Khanabout a year ago in Humans
12 Different Types of Couples: Which One Are You?
12 Types of Couples You’ll Definitely Recognize (And Might Even Be!) Love is anything but one-size-fits-all. A few couples act like they strolled straight out of a Nicholas Sparks novel, whereas others appear to be featured in a never-ending reality TV scene. If you've ever people-watched at an eatery (or, let's be genuine, looked over couples on Instagram), you know precisely what I mean.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Humans
The Art of Happiness
In a quiet village nestled at the edge of the mountains, there lived an old man named Rahim. He was a painter, but not one whose name echoed in galleries or whose works fetched high prices. His art was simple—landscapes of the valley, portraits of villagers, scenes from the marketplace. What made Rahim known far and wide wasn’t the value of his paintings, but the serenity in his eyes and the warmth in his smile. People said he was the happiest man they had ever met. He lived alone In a small mud-brick cottage, surrounded by a garden of wildflowers. His clothes were worn, his meals were modest, yet he never seemed to want for more. Strangers often visited just to talk to him, to ask the question they all wondered: What’s your secret, Rahim? But Rahim would only smile and say, “Happiness isn’t a secret. It’s an art.” One summer, a young man from the city arrived. His name was Ali. Tall, well-dressed, and clearly used to a life of comfort, Ali looked out of place among the simple houses and slow pace of the village. His eyes were tired, and his shoulders carried invisible weight. He found Rahim painting beneath a tree near the village spring. “You’re Rahim, aren’t you?” he asked, slightly out of breath. Rahim looked up and nodded. “I’ve heard about you. They say you’re the happiest man in the region.” Rahim chuckled lightly. “I don’t know about that. But I try not to be unhappy.” Ali sat beside him. “I came from the city looking for peace. My life feels… hollow. I have a good job, money, friends, even followers online. But none of it makes me feel alive. Someone told me you could teach me something I’ve been missing—something about the art of happiness.” Rahim dipped his brush in paint and replied, “Then stay a few days. Not to learn, but to observe. Watch the world without rushing. Speak kindly. Walk slowly. And perhaps—paint.” Ali stayed. The first day, he followed Rahim to the village well. Rahim greeted every person he met by name, often asking about their children, their crops, their health. His presence was calm, and he never seemed in a hurry. Later, Rahim invited Ali to his home. It was small, neat, and filled with art—dozens of canvases stacked against the walls, each telling stories of ordinary moments. “Why paint such simple things?” Ali asked. “Don’t you want to paint something grand? Important?” Rahim smiled. “The simple things are what matter most. A mother’s smile. A child’s laughter. A quiet morning. Happiness lives there.” The next day, they visited the fields. Rahim walked barefoot in the grass, helping an old woman pick herbs. Ali stood aside, unsure of what to do. He had never picked anything in his life except his phone. Rahim handed him a small basket. “Try it. Feel the leaves. Smell the earth. This is life, Ali. And life, if touched gently, gives back joy.” Ali was puzzled, but he tried. As the hours passed, something in him shifted. The sun on his face, the roughness of the leaves, the laughter of the villagers—all felt real in a way nothing had in the city. By the third day, Rahim handed Ali a paintbrush. “I’ve never painted,” Ali protested. “That’s fine,” Rahim said. “It’s not about skill. It’s about seeing.” Ali dipped the brush and began. His lines were crooked, his colors uneven, but he didn’t stop. For the first time in years, his mind was quiet. Each evening, they sat by the fire. Rahim would tell stories—some humorous, some thoughtful. He spoke of loss without bitterness, of mistakes without shame. To Ali, this was strange. Back in the city, people hid their flaws behind filters and silence. “How are you so at peace?” Ali asked one night. Rahim looked at the stars. “Because I don’t fight life. I accept what comes, and I let go of what goes. Happiness isn’t about having the most. It’s about needing less, giving more, and being present.” Ali listened, truly listened. A week turned into ten days. Then two weeks. Ali no longer reached for his phone every hour. He no longer needed noise to feel alive. He helped villagers fix broken fences, watched the clouds drift across the sky, and painted scenes that, though imperfect, felt full of life. One morning, Ali said, “I think I understand now. Happiness is not a destination—it’s a way of being. A way of seeing.” Rahim nodded. “Yes. It’s an art. You don’t master it in a day. You practice it in small strokes, every moment, every choice.” Ali returned to the city, but he wasn’t the same. He left behind his high-paying job and opened a small art studio. Not to become rich, but to teach others what Rahim had taught him—not just how to paint, but how to slow down, how to appreciate, how to feel. And every morning, before the studio opened, Ali would sit quietly with a cup of tea, watching the sunrise, and whisper to himself: “This, too, is the art of happiness.”
By Sajid about a year ago in Humans
The Mind Unlocked: How Psychology Can Reshape Your Thoughts, Habits, and Life"
Inside the Human Mind: How Understanding Psychology Can Transform Your Life The human brain is the most powerful tool in the universe—and the least understood by its owner. Every thought, emotion, habit, and decision is shaped by psychology. But few people realize how deeply their behavior is influenced by invisible forces in the mind. Learning how the brain works isn’t just for scientists—it’s the key to unlocking focus, happiness, success, and even peace.
By Muhammad Sananabout a year ago in Humans
Conditional Love: The Silent Killer of True Connection
Is Your Love Coming with Fine Print? Here’s the Truth About Conditional Love Ever felt like love came with terms and conditions, kind of like one of those subtle “free trials” that subtly charge your card after a month? That's conditional love—on the surface, it looks like love, but underneath, it's a contract with undetectable clauses. And guess what? It's more common than you think, and it can be unobtrusively subverting your relationship right now.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Humans
Silence Behind Her Smile: A Girl’s Story Through Society’s Eyes
In a calm neighborhood of a little town, lived a young lady named Maya. She was 25, well-educated, respectful, and full of dreams. But like numerous young ladies around her, Maya carried a overwhelming burden—not of her choices, but of society's names.
By Rubaiya Haqueabout a year ago in Humans