literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Two Paths, One Heart
Paris. Springtime. The city was alive that afternoon — golden sunlight slipping through the trees, laughter bouncing off cobblestones, and the faint smell of roasted coffee drifting through the air. Tourists lingered without hurry, as if time itself had slowed for them.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel: Part 1 Anita’s Silent Fall
In 1969, in a small, quiet village in Bengal, a child named Anita Das was born. The village was a place of stillness—narrow dusty lanes where children’s laughter echoed, fields that stretched endlessly in a green embrace, and evenings where the horizon glowed golden as the sun slipped away. Anita grew up with the innocence of the village stitched into her soul.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel: Part 2 — The Price of 2200 Rupees
The year was 1990. Anita had been married only two years when her world began to collapse. She had once believed marriage was a doorway into love and safety. Amit Mishra had wooed her with promises — sweet words whispered in the quiet of evening, vows of forever, dreams of building a family together. Anita believed him. She gave him her trust, her loyalty, her heart.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
Coming of Age
Many, many moons ago, the human body would develop the wisdom tooth as a way of compensating for the wear and tear owing to the rough diet. At the time, the provision was necessary to help aid the overworking molars and premolars to ensure the rest of the body still enjoyed both the pleasure and the benefit of chomping on raw meat and barely ripe fruit, or whatever it is our ancestors nourished their bodies with. As nature always decides, the teeth would cave and crown, almost like an infant at the ninth month (or whenever it’s ready to make its grand arrival, really), when the time was right. When the good old ones had held the fort for as long as they could and chewed on bones fingers couldn’t count and memories made turned so faint stories about them were no longer being told. Their arrival was just in time for the shift change, when the little boys were becoming men and little girls were coming of age.
By Thandoe Clio6 months ago in Humans
🌍 Storms, Floods, and Earthquakes: A Deadly Week Across South and Central Asia
A Week of Heartbreak The past week has been one of the darkest in recent memory for South and Central Asia. From raging floods in Pakistan and India to destructive earthquakes in Afghanistan and Tajikistan, nature’s fury has claimed thousands of lives and displaced countless families. Entire communities are mourning, homes have vanished beneath water or rubble, and survivors are left clinging to hope.
By ✦•············• Freelancer •············✦6 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel – Part 3 The Cruelty of the Police, the Trap of Rehab
The wealthy man’s words hung in the air like venom: “What about the child—does he have a price too?” Anita froze. Her veins turned to ice. Aryan, barely four years old, clung to her dress, his small chest rattling with a cough. For a moment, the world stopped spinning. She tightened her arms around him, as if her fragile embrace could shield him from the darkness creeping closer.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel : Part 4 —Ruin & Rebirth
A Mother’s Anchor Time moved like slow poison. Day after day, Anita sat within the suffocating walls of the brothel, her body scarred, her soul weary. She had lost her youth, her dreams, her dignity—everything. Yet through every storm, one fragile hope kept her alive: her son, Aryan.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel: Part 6 The Withering Light
Padma’s life had always been a fragile flame, trembling against storms too cruel for her tender years. She was born beneath shadows that should never touch a child, robbed of innocence before she even understood what innocence meant. That cursed night—when predators trampled her body and soul—became the invisible chain she would carry forever.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel: Part 8 No More Fear
Shadows in the Old House The Old House had grown darker with each passing night. Its walls carried whispers of people the world had abandoned—voices swallowed into silence. Yet within that suffocating silence, Anita remained. Her presence glowed like a faint but unyielding flame.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
