Thick fog blanketed the port before we set sail for the North Sea. An eerie silence deafened our ears, until a squawk from the lone seagull above broke the uncanny quiet. The atmosphere reflected the emotions of everyone present: every sailor, whether a captain, a first mate, a seasoned veteran, or average joes like us deckhands.
Continue reading THE NORTH SEA – ONE OF THE MOST TREACHEROUS VOYAGES FOR A SAILOR
Tring! Tring!
The alarm clock kept ringing incessantly. I was still feeling drowsy and didn’t want to wake up. Just then, someone knocked on the door.
“Come in,” I shouted, irritated.
To my utter surprise, Suppandi entered! Can you believe it? Yes, that character from TINKLE comics. He was in MY room, smiling at me like a fool. I sat up with a jolt.
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Krishiv. He had a personality of tenderness, happiness, and anger. But nobody wanted to become his friend, because nobody thought he was cool. He felt really sad.
Once upon a twinkling, there lived a beautiful girl named Moonlight. Despite her beauty and the fact that she was born with a golden spoon in her hand, she never had the vice of greed.
Citizens of the whole space adored her, but the seven stars? Nope, not a chance! They were not as kind. They couldn’t even look at her without their judgy eyes.
When we were going to a 5-star restaurant with gleaming lights, we stepped carefully on the rocky pavement. As we entered, I caught the sudden smell of butter hanging in the air. We ordered pizza and ice cream separately. The waiter brought both at the same time and accidentally dropped the ice cream on the pizza!
Under the luminous glow of the midnight moon, Amy crept into the library, her eyes searching for something to spark her adventurous spirit. It had been too long since she’d been on a quest, and the library, where her last adventure had ended, seemed the perfect place to rebuild that confidence.
“Okay, time to go,” I murmur to myself, exiting the classroom. Rain pounds against the windows, and thunder taunts me from outside. I already know it’s hopeless, but I pull out my phone to check for a signal anyway.
Except – my phone isn’t there.
“What?” I curse. “I swear I kept it in here.”
There was a time when terrorism was at its peak in the state of Punjab. One frequently heard about incidents of firing and kidnapping across the state. These incidents were more rampant in certain areas.
One day, a family was visiting one such region in Punjab. A couple and their two sons, aged 12 and 16, were traveling to meet their grandparents. They arrived safely and were grateful that nothing bad had happened during their journey. They spent their holidays relaxing in the quaint town with their large family.
The countryside was a vivid place. Old-fashioned folk resided in the bustling sectors of the city, amidst which was the cottage of Agatha, a well-known woman among the common citizenry. She wore a tight bun around her head as she intertwined her wrinkled hands around the complex piece of wool. The firelight shimmered on her face, presenting shining white hair that held underneath a variety of loops and curls. Her granddaughter Diana lay in a deep sleep in her lap. Agatha caressed her beautiful young face, remembering a time of her own. As she finished her knit, a bright vermillion cardigan perfect for the subfusc winters, she lay down in a curved position next to her granddaughter.
Once upon a time, there were four girls: Jaanvi, Manvi, Aarna, and Eva. They were very good friends and used to meet every day to play together. They were almost like sisters!
One day, while playing hide and seek, Aarna was the seeker, and the other girls had to hide. Aarna counted to 100, and the seeking began. As she was looking for her friends, she stumbled upon something. She picked it up and found a magic lamp, exactly like the one in the movie Aladdin. Aarna looked at the lamp and found it very beautiful. She decided to call the others and show it to them.
