Classical
Beyond the horizon
In a booming voice, Kartar Singh began a different song. He had been the same Mahiya Alap for a long time. After seeing Hamida Kartar Singh's handsome beard and Pankaj-like features, the entire universe was disgusted with him to the point where he was afraid he might be the truth. , even though comrade Kartar is such a sweet person and he does not publicly express his dislike of Mukhwa, he will be immediately regarded as a bad person. Hamida would have needed to take his own life if he hadn't joined today because the rest of his coworkers were in such a bad mood. Even a gramophone was brought along by Kartar Singh Guddu. In the camp itself, Queen Topaz broke a record, but that was okay.
By ayesha adeel3 years ago in Fiction
What If Smart Phone Speaks with Our Owners
Have you ever imagined what it would be like if your smartphone could speak to you? Well, with the advancements in AI technology, it may not be too far off from becoming a reality. So, let’s take a look at what it would be like if our smartphones could speak with us.
By Gokulraj VM3 years ago in Fiction
Is love real or fake
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a girl named Lily who believed that love was nothing more than a figment of one's imagination. She had grown up witnessing the numerous heartbreaks that her mother had faced and had come to believe that love was nothing more than a cruel joke played by fate.
By Okolo Ugochukwu3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Garden of Midnight Blooms
There was once a garden unlike any other in a little village surrounded by lush forests and undulating hills. This garden was dubbed "The Magical Garden of Midnight Flowers," and it was thought to be home to the most amazing and mystical plants in the land.
By Michael Sam3 years ago in Fiction
The Best purple cloud secret magic
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Lily had always been fascinated by the purple clouds, the way they swirled and twirled, almost as if they were alive. And every night, as soon as the clock struck twelve, she would sneak out of her room, tiptoeing past her parents' bedroom, careful not to wake them up.
By Mopsy Meirelles3 years ago in Fiction










