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The Tree Family
A fable of love, loss, and survival — Willow, the last tree, teaches humanity the true value of trees, nature, and a sustainable future.
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The Noble Art Of Doing Nothing
Ben has mastered the noble art of doing nothing — or rather, doing everything that doesn’t matter. From snoozing alarms to doomscrolling like a pro, he’s living proof that laziness has evolved into a lifestyle.
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The Castle of Clouds
In a castle of clouds, Riya lived her perfect dream—until it broke. But some dreams never truly end, they simply linger in the heart.
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Does Ravan Really Die?
“Burning Ravana every year is symbolic, but does he ever truly die? This Dussehra reflection explores the vices within us and how real victory begins with inner cleansing.”
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The Empty House
“Neil, a celebrated interior designer, decorates his home for his wife. Yet, in filling every corner, he forgets the core element. A tale of love, art, and balance.”
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Hey, Lover!
Hey! This ain’t a surprise for youBut, will bring a smile in a sec or two Happiness and sadness goes hand in handWe are together, leaving marks, walking in sand Many a times, it turned out to be overGreatest hit is that it becomes stronger and it’s forever You are the best thing ever happened to meI love you zillions, honey, can’t you see? I won’t tell you this time how I feelBecause by now, it’s clear as the colour teal I search for ways to give you a surprise Baby, in return, your smile is my prize Ever wondered why this crazy person is behind you?Because you make me feel…
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Friend
Meeting you was destiny, keeping you was my wishYou turned out to be my lifeline, I truly mean this The air becomes ecstatic and starts dancing This happens when we are together and advancing We are glued to one anotherAs the mobile is, to the charger Our bond of friendship looks like toothbrush and pasteYou know me inside out and are aware of my taste Without you, I feel empty like a fuel less carYou show me the light, you are the shining star We compliment each other like eyes and kohlOur relationship feels always so fresh, like a colourful fruit bowl We will walk miles together and stay closeYou, my…
Unspoken Feelings. Untold Stories. Unsaid Words that finally find a voice.
