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Vancouver Attack
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By Mohammad shovonabout a year ago in Writers
The Gingerbread Man
The Great Gingerbread Escape Once upon a time, in a cozy little bakery at the edge of a small village, an old woman decided to bake something special — a gingerbread man. She carefully mixed the dough, added spices that made the whole kitchen smell heavenly, and shaped the little man with a big, cheeky smile. After baking him to golden perfection, she decorated him with frosting, raisins for eyes, and a tiny candy bowtie.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Writers
The Last Bench Dreamer
I always used to think that the back bench of a class was a seat for those who had already lost hope. At least, that's what the world led me to believe. My name is Sourove, a boy from a small town in Bangladesh where dreams were luxuries, not essentials. I wasn't the sharpest kid in class. Every exam, every viva, every question from every teacher was a fight I lost before I even started. I found refuge at the back bench — inconspicuous, untroubled, and out of sight from disapproving eyes. "You're wasting your life," my father would say, his voice tough and weary. "You'll never amount to anything," my school class teacher once said after I scored 33 out of 100 in Maths. I listened to them. Until an afternoon changed my life. It was the last day before winter break. Our headmaster had arranged for a story contest — "Whichever student is able to tell the best fantasy tale will get a new bike," he announced. I did not own a bike. Watching the other children flying past me each morning on the way to school made my heart silently envy them. As the teacher asked for volunteers, I don't know what overcame me. My hand went flying up. The entire class burst into laughter. Arif? The last bencher? Storytelling? "Let him try," the headmaster said perhaps because he took pity on me more than he thought. In the evening, I worked late by the feeble glow of our broken kerosene lamp. I wrote and rewrote, erased and edited. My words may or may not make sense. I didn't know. But one thing I did know — they were mine. The next morning, my hands trembled in front of the mic. My forehead sweated, even on that chilly December morning. "My title is 'The Broken Clock'," I began. It was about a boy whose broken clock stopped ticking but instead of throwing it away, he wound it up every morning, believing one day it would tick again. People mocked him, telling him it was useless. But the boy never lost hope. Years passed, and that broken clock started ticking again — just when he needed hope most. When I finished, the room was silent. Dead silent. Then, softly, a clap. Then harder. Then the whole hall erupted into applause. For the first time in my life, I saw something different in their eyes — not disappointment, not pity, but respect. I had won the contest. I came home with the bicycle, but more importantly, I came home with something much more precious: belief in myself. After that, I began living differently. I read more books — fiction books, biography books, anything I could get my hands on. I asked questions at school, even when my voice shook. I flunked occasionally, most often indeed. But I kept going. Teachers began to notice. One even called me "The Silent Fighter." Years went by. Today I am a published author. My books are being read everywhere in the country. People invite me to schools, colleges, seminars — not as a last bencher, but as a guest of honor. Whenever I am able to stand at a podium, I look around and think if there is a quiet boy somewhere in the back who feels he's not good enough. I always say to them: "The world loves to judge based on where you sit today. But only you choose where you stand tomorrow." Because dreams don't just belong to the first benchers. Dreams belong to anyone with the courage to believe. Even a last bench dreamer like me.
By Sourove Kumarabout a year ago in Writers
The Snow Snake . AI-Generated.
The Legend of the Snow Snake Long ago, when the winters were fiercer and the snow piled high like mountains, there was a small village tucked away at the edge of the northern woods. The villagers were hardy folk, used to the long, dark winters, but there was one thing they feared more than the cold itself — the Snow Snake.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Writers
Best Hotels with Swimming Pool in Haryana
When it comes to unwinding on a vacation or a business trip, nothing beats a refreshing dip in a luxurious swimming pool. If you are planning a stay in Haryana and looking for the perfect place to relax, you are in luck! Haryana boasts several hotels that offer stunning swimming pool facilities for both leisure and relaxation. In this blog, we'll highlight some of the best hotels with swimming pools in Haryana, perfect for your next getaway.
By White Rose Resortsabout a year ago in Writers
