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  It happens in a fraction of a second. No words. No movement. No grand declarations. Just a look. She looks at me. I look at her. Neither of us blinks. The world should move around us, but it doesn’t. The hum of voices in the background, the shuffling of feet, the occasional laughter—all of it fades into a dull, distant hum. It’s as if the universe has pressed pause on everything except this moment, this locked gaze, this silent exchange that holds more weight than a thousand spoken words. I don’t know if she meant to look at me or if it was just a coincidence. Maybe her eyes merely drifted in my direction, and I happened to be in the way. But I want to believe otherwise. I want to believe this is intentional. That for this one second, she is seeing me—not just noticing, but  seeing . What is she thinking? Is she wondering why I’m staring back? Is she surprised that I haven’t looked away? Maybe she is waiting for me to say something. A simple “Hi.” A nod. A smile. Anything. B...

There she is again. Sitting by the window, absentmindedly twirling her pen, lost in her own world. I wonder what she’s thinking about. Maybe she’s plotting a story, or just zoning out, waiting for the bell to ring. Either way, she looks… calm. The kind of calm I can’t seem to find within myself right now. Because all I can think about is talking to her. Not in some grand, dramatic way. I don’t need fireworks or violins playing in the background. I just want to say  something —a normal, effortless sentence. A “Hey, how’s it going?” or “What did you think of the class today?” But every time I try, my brain turns into a buffering screen, and my tongue ties itself into an impossible knot. I’ve rehearsed this moment so many times in my head. Scenario 1:  I walk up, act casual. She smiles. We talk. We laugh. She thinks,  Hey, this guy isn’t so bad. Scenario 2:  I fumble, forget how words work, and she looks at me like I’m speaking an alien language. I spend the next three ...

She walks by, and the world shifts. I tell myself I won’t look, but my eyes betray me. They search for her in a sea of faces, and the moment they find her, everything else fades. The noise, the crowd, the doubts—gone. It’s just her, existing in a way that makes my mind crumble and rebuild all at once. I don’t even know her. Not really. Not in the way that should make someone feel this much. But I do. And that’s the problem. Because something about her feels like danger wrapped in beauty, like a flame that invites you closer just to burn you alive. Maybe it’s the way she moves with an air of untouchable confidence, or the way she talks, like every word is meant to be heard, but none are meant to be understood. She’s unpredictable. Uncertain. The kind of person who could leave scars without ever meaning to. And yet, every time I see her, I forget. Forget the warnings my mind screams at me. Forget the caution I promise myself I’ll keep. Forget the ache of betrayals I’ve never even experie...

A quiet library, where an introverted boy, Aarav, sits at his usual corner with a book. He notices Meera, the girl he secretly admires, searching for a book nearby. Mustering all his courage, he finally speaks. Aarav:  (muttering to himself) Just say something… anything… Meera:  (glancing at him) Did you say something? Aarav:  (startled) Uh… um, no. I mean, yes. I—uh—was just wondering… are you looking for a book? Meera:  (smiling) Yeah, actually. Something light but meaningful. Any recommendations? Aarav:  (nervously adjusting his glasses) Oh, uh… maybe  The Little Prince ? It’s simple, but it stays with you. Meera:  (tilting her head) That’s a good choice! You must read a lot. Aarav:  (shrugging) Books don’t expect you to be interesting. They just let you… be. Meera:  (grinning) That’s a beautiful way to put it. Do you read just fiction, or do you explore other genres? Aarav:  Mostly fiction. It helps me escape reality… though reality ...

  Arjun: You know, Rahul, I read this line the other day that really hit me. "The best moment of your life – I was born. The worst moment of your life – I am dead." What do you think about that? Rahul: Hmm, it's intriguing. I see the depth. Birth and death, the two absolutes of our existence. Everything else is just what we make of it. Arjun: Exactly. It made me wonder... if birth is the best moment, why don’t we ever think about how miraculous it is? I mean, out of all the odds, we were the ones who made it here. Rahul: True. It’s like we take it for granted. Birth isn’t just about existing—it’s about potential. A blank slate, full of possibilities. When we’re born, the world celebrates. It’s pure joy and hope. Arjun: And death? Why is that the worst moment? I mean, if life is inevitable, isn’t death equally so? Rahul: Good point. But maybe it’s not about the act of dying itself—it’s about the loss. Death marks the end of potential, the closing of a book. All ...

Life is a journey, filled with unpredictable twists and turns, moments of joy, and lessons learned the hard way. While everyone’s path is unique, there are universal truths that connect us all. Here are some true facts about life that inspire reflection, growth, and appreciation for what it means to be human. 1. Change Is the Only Constant The Greek philosopher Heraclitus said it best: “The only constant in life is change.” Whether it’s the seasons, relationships, or career paths, life is in a perpetual state of flux. Resisting change can lead to frustration, but embracing it opens the door to new opportunities and growth. Lesson: Adaptability is not just a skill—it’s a superpower. 2. Time Is Your Most Valuable Asset You can earn back lost money, but lost time is gone forever. Every day, we’re given 24 hours to use or waste. What you choose to focus on determines the quality of your life. Lesson: Prioritize what matters most—your relationships, passions, and personal growth. 3. Happine...